tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1941440508669188811.post721458396086600383..comments2023-11-02T05:31:32.876-07:00Comments on Coelha Thoughts: For My DadCoelha :Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15029098296256641854noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1941440508669188811.post-43772358704140164792013-08-14T10:48:45.609-07:002013-08-14T10:48:45.609-07:00What a beautiful memory.
What a beautiful memory.<br />Lorihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08506026496063245730noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1941440508669188811.post-62848538512467215082013-08-02T07:27:26.579-07:002013-08-02T07:27:26.579-07:00Yes, those little birds are, I believe, God's ...Yes, those little birds are, I believe, God's little messengers. :) Thanks cousin for the comment! :)Coelha :Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15029098296256641854noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1941440508669188811.post-37555256905024048122013-08-01T19:47:46.434-07:002013-08-01T19:47:46.434-07:00Nice story, cousin. Reminds me of a story I heard ...Nice story, cousin. Reminds me of a story I heard from a college professor once. A Hupa and Yurok native man from the Klamath River area, he had had a friend and mentor who recently died. The older man was known for his kindness, easygoing demeanor, and simple but meaningful wisdom. Shortly after the man died, this professor was in his mentor's house helping take care of his affairs when a little bird perched on an open windowsill. Though the bird could clearly see the professor, who moved closer for a better look, the bird was calm and unafraid. And then the bird cocked its head and looked at the professor in a way strikingly reminiscent of the man who had died. Something about the way the bird acted convinced the professor that his friend had returned, even if briefly, in the form of the bird. Something going on with those little birds, perhaps. -TomAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com