Sometimes the universe speaks to you in subtle almost inperceivable ways and other times it has no time to flirt with your awareness level and just drives the point home, ASAP. My recent telegram from the cosmos was delivered with a striking thud against my back porch window in the form of a fragile little bird, its weight so indiscernable that if my eyes were closed, I’d believe my hand to be empty. Stunned, the little bird needed immediate rescuing from my two curious bulldogs and a flock of culpable crows.
Nestled in a dish towel tucked in an old tupperware bowl, Icarus was safe. His eyes gained brightness slowly as he perched quietly and calmly. As adage’s go, ”A bird in the hand is better than two in the bush.” speaks to a consciousness that sometimes escapes me. The richness of what I have should never be discounted for that which I contend to be better even if out of reach. It took a little bird’s poor navigation skills to enlighten me that day, but once he was sure I got the message, he flew off into a bush, where no doubt an awaiting mate completed the pair, and the proverb.
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1 Renae // May 4, 2008 at 1:57 pm
Hmm. I have a bird story that involves a Slavic janitor, a pigeon, a bandage, an empty frozen-food container and a sign that read “don’t eat.”
Remind me to tell you that sometime. I wonder what that message was?
2 If These Walls Could Talk…I suspect they’d say “What took you so long?” // May 2, 2009 at 5:59 am
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