Teaching the Dead Bird to Sing: Living the Hermit Life Without and Within

Teaching the Dead Bird to Sing: Living the Hermit Life Without and Within

by W. Paul Jones


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ISBN-13: 9781557253033
Publisher: Paraclete Press
Publication date: 09/28/2002
Pages: 221
Product dimensions: 5.54(w) x 7.98(h) x 0.56(d)

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Teaching the Dead Bird to Sing



Copyright © 2002 W. Paul Jones
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I once lived in a third-floor apartment in the inner city, within an easy roar of the interstate. Shortly after dawn one morning, I heard a scratching outside my window. It was a mourning dove inspecting the window ledge for immediate occupancy, with infants allowed. She permitted my discreet voyeurism, and soon her venture into motherhood became a centering point for my days. The ledge, having met her specifications, became a foundation sufficient for one nest with one egg.

My grand-bird-daughter was born unceremoniously one morning. I was unprepared for the responsibilities. This city is notorious for early springs that coax the flowering trees into full array, only to be ravaged in midcareer by freezing rain. We were one postnatal week into such a spring when the radio threatened "plunging temperatures." I spent a restless night-me in my warm bed on one side of the window, and my Madonna-bird-friend in the freezing rain on the other.

I awoke with delight to her cooing. All was well. With a smile, I peeped around the window blind and peered into the dawn light. In the corner of the windowsill, she had propped upright her small infant-bird-frozen. With patient repetition, she was trying to teach the dead bird tosing.

Not long afterward, I applied for a nine-month leave from my seminary teaching. For reasons that I am still attempting to discern, I felt driven to enter my own frozen springtime. I would become a hermit for a time. I would perch on some lonely sill, with only myself for companionship. I would be patient this time. I would not fly. Then, perhaps, I could be discovered by One capable of teaching me to sing an untimely song in an unlikely place.

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