Dear Scrub Jay,
You've been known to bury your excess food, coming back later when the need is greatest. I am searching for the meaning in this making of hidden spaces rather than letting things go.
(to waste)
When they found you, they thought to throw you away, but someone stepped in and gave you your own place.
(to rest)
What does it mean when an act of tenderness is tainted by the fear of what is next?
You've been known to bury your excess food, coming back later when the need is greatest. I am searching for the meaning in this making of hidden spaces rather than letting things go.
(to waste)
When they found you, they thought to throw you away, but someone stepped in and gave you your own place.
(to rest)
What does it mean when an act of tenderness is tainted by the fear of what is next?
