‘Sunset Celebration’ by Sarah Elle Emm
We’ve come to bask in your majesty.
To feel the warmth of your kiss.
We celebrate this day
With our feet dancing in the sand,
Confident we lived it to the fullest,
Grateful you were witness.
We venture closer to you, and cool water chills our toes,
Sending echoes of laughter and gratitude your way.
Twirling, smiling, humming, running on the shore,
We let it all out.
As your flaming power descends, out of our view,
We sigh, fully spent with thankful hearts.
We gave this day our all.
Your trail of pink hues fades away before us, and we bid you goodnight.
Sleep will come easy now.
A new dawn will lift us up soon enough.
And we’ll be ready to dance in your glory again.
Ever since I can remember, I have liked hawks. Seeing one always brings back fond memories of growing up and the umpteen times the Bird Woman, AKA Mom, almost swerved off of the road to point one out to me and my siblings. Sure, we had a few close calls, but between the Bird Woman and our father, AKA Rambo, one thing about our youth we can all agree on: It was never dull. In fact, growing up with the Bird Woman and Rambo was thrilling. You may have heard me refer to the Bird Woman by her other nickname, G.I. Jacque. (My parents are quite dear to me, and there are countless stories to go along with how they earned these precious nicknames.)
Today, seeing the Red-shouldered Hawk sitting outside my home, I smiled and laughed. I recalled one of the many times the Bird Woman swerved her car to point and shout, “Look at the hawk in that tree!” As my head narrowly missed hitting the window, I remember thinking how crazy, but exciting, the Bird Woman was…
The truth is, the Bird Woman still is fun to be around. She finds the excitement in all things, especially the little things. To some, it might just be a hawk, or a Red-shouldered Hawk, sitting in a tree. To me, it won’t ever just be a hawk. It’s a lifetime of memories, full of endless excitement and adventure. Sure, there are a few near-accidents sprinkled in along the way, but the journey wouldn’t be nearly as exciting without them, and for each one of those moments and all the hawk-spotting ones to come, I am forever grateful to the Bird Woman.
May each of you find adventure in the little things…