Restoring robin-hood…

take these broken wings
This Spring, my son John found a struggling robin dangling from a branch by string tangled around her foot. Her head was pulled down onto
her chest by more string knotted around her neck. She flopped around helplessly after he cut her down,
trying to escape.

After much patient pursuit, he and my husband caught her. We used manicure scissors to snip away the tangles that were binding her. The process was tedious but happily successful (SO thankful for my wildlife biologist husband at times like these!). Once released, she rested….her neck slowly rising with each heaving breath.

When she finally stretched out her wings and flew away, the music of her freedom rolled across my outstretched heart until it got inside me. I went limp with it, wondering just how often I make nice with my chains in order to avoid the intrusion of hands stretched out to help me.

Her reluctance and resistance-even in the hands of tender mercy-reminded me of many someones I know. Especially…well… me. Now her sweet form keeps finding it’s way into my art. And as I remember her, I let go and trust a little more the One who holds my struggling heart in his hands.


  1. Mary on July 10, 2010 at 9:42 pm

    far too often do i make nice with my chains – they are known, comfortable even in the binding!!

    to afraid to release the painful known, for freedom!!

  2. maribeth on July 10, 2010 at 11:03 pm

    Oh Lord you nailed it with this post! Love it and you!

  3. S. Etole on July 10, 2010 at 11:34 pm

    so much truth in what you have written and illustrated in your photo ..

  4. Marilyn on July 11, 2010 at 12:32 am

    Thanks for your post,it was wonderful that you were able to help the robin and set it free and about not allowing ourselves to accept help so we too can be free is very true – I can relate to it so well.

  5. Sharron Leaf on July 11, 2010 at 2:08 am

    Jen, I'm feeling freer by the minute after reading this. "Lord, here are a few strings that need untangling."

  6. Hindsfeet on July 11, 2010 at 3:44 am

    I needed this word tonight, Jennifer…so thankful for you, as always….

  7. Hindsfeet on July 11, 2010 at 4:05 am

    Wanted to share a quote with you I read this weekend…It's from a novel I just started, "The Crowning Glory of Calla Lily Ponder" by Rebecca Wells…This is from the first paragraph of the prologue….

    "I know the moon and the moon knows me…I am life itself. I am not who they think I am, that old white man with the long white hair whose judging eyes try to force fear into their very pores…I hold my children on my lap, night and day, in the heat and in the shade. When they wake and when they sleep, I whisper to them: Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

  8. rachel awes on July 11, 2010 at 12:10 pm

    sometimes we need the struggle to make the sweetest music.
    i was just up at the north shore along lake superior & my father in-law noted the color of the flowers coming out of the rocks;how the struggle to come through makes the deepest colors.
    i also recently had an encounter w/a robin. she actually spoke to me. jibber jabbered on. i think she was excited about a scrap of food before her that she was about to have. nonetheless, the interaction was between she & i alone & it was blissfully real.
    big love from your robin song sister.
    (& i cherish the recent teared words you shared w/me.). xox

  9. dulcy on July 11, 2010 at 1:45 pm

    Your story has made a beautiful start to my day, in many ways….. Your writings are just lovely as well as rich with meaning. This one will stay with me throughout the day. Thanks, Jennifer, for the comments you make on my blog. I'm always moved by your kind words. Here's to a fabulous summer Sunday!

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