Tuesday, September 3, 2013

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Giotto, Predella of the Stigmatization of St. Francis, 
c. 1295-1300, Musee du Louvre, Paris

To fly to God by a birds wing feels like the most adorable way to fly. Often when you observe the flight of birds from ground level, they appear on a majestic journey through the sky. Even the tiny grassland birds flit around like they have too sweet a mission for God. Their tiny presence is such a treat and their colouring and markings take you to a place where you feel they are fluttering around in your heart. Birds of the wing are speaking love and their fluttering through the trees takes you to a golden nest. There birdcalls alert you to the mission of the day and you feel they are speaking a message, perhaps to tell you of the heavenly domain or at least of your flight and ascension to God. God gives you wings to fly like an angel if you are graced by his view and the flight is a gradual transcendence and ascension on high through Heaven.

Duccio, Crucifixion Triptych, c. 1295-1310