Just Passing Through


I attended a class this week in Chicago

that brought coaches and other professionals together

from across the country.


I was paired with a soft-spoken man from outside Indianapolis.

We shared stories and his, in part, included

a mention of a love of birds

and a discovery made just the morning before

of two rose-breasted grosbeaks

on the birdfeeder in his yard.

An extremely gratifying first in his 20 plus years of watching & waiting.


The rose-breasted grosbeak (Pheucticus ludovicianus) is a large seed-eating songbird in the cardinal family (Cardinalidae). It is primarily a foliage gleaner. It breeds in cool-temperate North America, migrating to tropical America in winter.[2]

To be honest, I remembered nothing of his story,

except for the memory of his delight

at the mention of the birds

and their brilliantly colored breasts.

The very next morning,

before I left for class,

I walked my dog around the neighborhood

as I do

and happened upon

what I immediately recognized

as a rose-breasted grosbeak,

my first as well,

resting comfortably on the sidewalk

outside the Dunkin’ Donuts.

No meaning to be made here

other than the joy of random connections &

the delight of not so coincidental coincidences.




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