Grey Days - The Little Birdie Love Story

This post originally appeared on Sarah's personal blog Going Starfishing, it was part of the inspiration for creating Little Birdie Love...


i know it seems odd, now that the sun is finally shining and we are waking each day to birds chirping through open windows to be talking about the grey days…

but i suppose, that’s how it happens-

sometimes, those grey days are so very dark                                                                

that it takes all we have                                                                                                          

to get through them                                                                                                                

and get up… and do it all again

that we don’t realize until we are on the other side

just how


they were.

my silence here over the past months

has not been for a lack of wanting to write and create                                                        

but day after dreary day i found myself

tired, lonely, sad, uninspired, scared…

it’s not pretty.  any of it.  but that it where i’ve been.                                                      

ignoring emails, dodging friend’s phone calls and canceling plans.

not a new england soul was spared of the hell that was winter 2014-15.                        

THAT is true                                                                                                                        

and i am so very grateful for my little bird, who happily bopped around our kitchen            

day after very. long. day…

she got me up each morning with a smile and we baked, and danced and sang, yes!  

but in the moments of in-between-                                                                                    

the long grey stretches of hours spent in our stale kitchen                                                

it was then                                                                                                                          

that my mind wandered and worried and wondered…

i’ve been told, and read and re-read that there is no roadmap for loss and it’s aftermath that just when you think you’ve pulled yourself together                                                      

you find yourself all unbuttoned - right in the middle of the grocery store. or a stop light. or your kitchen floor.

it was on this kitchen floor, during one such breakdown, however silent i thought my tears were falling, that my little bird, dug my sneakers from our shoe bin, lugged them over and dropped them in my lap and simply said “SHOOOES, mama!”                                            

because already, she knew- fresh air and a brisk walk- is just what we needed to snap out of a funk.

and we did it. we got through. we’re getting through…

so… i’m still here, and i hope you are too…                                                                        

because spring now very quickly, summer (!) is here…


and this little bird of mine?  we’ve got dreams and hopes and sun and adventures to share…

happygirls xo thank you


red tail hawk captured by christine chitnis, just outside my studio window, december 2014