Don't Forget About The Birds In Your Life

Do you have a spirit animal? What symbols in your life show up in repetitive patterns?

I woke up in the middle of the night, certain I needed to remember this line:

Don't forget about the birds in your life.

Photo by Mehdi Sepehri on Unsplash

When the morning arrived, it came with the sound of a bird tapping on the glass of my front door. He’s the same bird who engages with the mirrors in my yard on warm summer days. Tap, tap, tap.

This is the first time he’s ever visited the front door.

Birds have been showing up at meaningful, pivotal times of my life since I can remember. This bird tapping on my skylight 7 years ago marked a major change.

Sometimes it feels like forever.
It’s just been a few days.

The timing of it all is coincidence if you believe in nothing’s.
The timing is conspiracy if you believe in everything’s.

I keep saying, “I don’t know why,” but still give everything meanings.
You have to if you want to survive.

It’s a cold morning, just 34°F on my mountain. Frost on the lawn, frost on the car. The sun came up a few more degrees and it’s melting now.

I spent yesterday in my emotions. Mostly, a side effect of where I am in my chronic illness at any given time. But I am thankful the urge to distract from, run from is calming over time. I can look at the emotions and say, “I see you, I hear you,” and let them on their way.

I woke up to watch Isabella Ducrot talk about her art and life. She has me crying over this phrasing:

Time is so precious for me. So I want to amuse myself all the every moment.

And Emily Dickinson said that the only happiness we can enjoy we human people is the… en Français, soulagement… sollievo, I don’t so I don’t understand in English…

Ah, when you feel I was afraid and now you you are not more afraid because you understand that the cat is not a tiger for in the moment to pass from a moment of utter fear and they said I’m not afraid like this she says the only possibility for us to be happy it’s a moment when you you passed from the fear to a moment of peace.

I think I’d been very afraid of losing things.
Now I think, “nothing is ever truly lost.”

My winter bamboo.