Film at 11. Haha. Just kidding. This is my first time catching the little fellow. There were actually three, they were swooping and a lot of activity last night. I have to figure out how to keep all three happy now. Not an easy task for this novice ornithologist. I learned how they chatter, or sing, or whatever you’d call it.
The perfect day for a walk to my self-dubbed bird sanctuary–the dike, the abandoned railroad tracks. Yes I found a few birds. I heard some, too. I cannot find the bird in my field guide. Similar to the red wing blackbird, but the wing color shape all wrong. No picture, they aren’t still enough for me (yet). But, walking along the river I made some beautiful discoveries.
Walking on the overgrown tracks, I spied homespun bird houses
Somehow, I felt closer to the spirit of Henry David Thoreau.
Nature can bring peace to the soul, if we give it a chance.
Early each morning, about 4:50 a.m., actually, the birds start their morning song. For me, this is a song of faith for today. We have enough strength to deal with today and today only, that is why (in my mind) the bird sings each morning, to remind me that a new day is at hand. I get to take advantage of this day, the only day that I have left. I defend my territory, claim it as mine, I do my best to attract others by being only who I am, not what someone else wants. It’s called self love.
I’ve done a lot of reading and thinking about self love. This needs to be promoted. Releasing the burdens of our life on a daily basis, until the recording stops inside, and we have forgiven ourselves for experiences that perhaps were not the wisest, but with our primitive tools was all we had to use at that time. Like magic, a new tool has appeared. Why didn’t I have that tool before? Because you didn’t. You did the best you could. It’s okay.
Soul acceptance is important. My soul knows exactly what it is doing, I need to acknowledge that and love me. And continue to seek the best. On a daily basis. Reflecting yesterday, I wrote these words: “Smile when I think of me. I smile when I think of someone who gives me pleasure. I need to smile at the thought of me.”
Baby steps. Baby steps. And I received this in an email from Cornell. Enjoy!
I waken to the birds
I cannot see
only hear their song.
Faithfully they rise
every morning to greet
and announce a new day.
Who am I to question them
Who am I to say–
Life is a drudge,
oh no, it’s not
this is their way
as decided by a Creator.
Listen to their song
Faith and Hope springs
with the rising of the sun.
It’s all we have!
My brief, but temporarily effective to covering the missing knothole, was thwarted by someone….