A Bird’s Nest of Prayer Flags

6th November 2023

This nest was waiting for me on my verandah this morning. After storms and winds for a few days, it’d lost its foothold in the giant bay tree by the verandah.

Fortunately, the babies are long gone.

What I love is how the nest is partly made from some Buddhist prayer flags I bought some years ago while in Ladakh, in the foothills of the Himalayas. The flags are designed to disintegrate with the passage of the seasons, giving a daily reflection on the impermanence of our life. Remember man that you are dust…

Now it sits proudly on my desk, a philosophical statement more poignant than any skull held by Hamlet. A work of art woven by a bird to protect and shelter her young.

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