Current of Wishes

Being drawn along the magnetic lines of what we love

This morning I let a gray jay eat out of my hand.

There were three of them skimming the air from tree to tree, calling softly to each other. We saw them inspecting the rocks downhill from where we were sitting and enjoying the morning sun. I could tell they were jays by the way they flew - swooping up and down in a feathery arc - but they weren’t blue a…