every day this week, there has been a bird (a mockingbird i have discovered) flying into my windows and doors, from our perspective it appears as if he is trying to get into the house, although i suspect this is not truly the case. he flies from one window to the next, the whole way around the house, beating the window with his wings, pecking them with his beak. kelly has wanted to open the door so that he can just fly in, but i do not want to trap him in the house and i know he will not be able to find his own way back out. it does not appear to be accidental, as if the bird thinks the glass is not solid, because it hits the windows over and over again.
i have read that during mating season, birds may do this if the window has mirror like properties, thinking that the reflection is a rival bird….but it is not mating season. i have also read that the restlessness of migrating birds can cause this activity. since it doesn’t migrate, perhaps it is defending a food territory from some perceived intruder then. perhaps it is also the position of the sun in the fall or the cloudiness of the skies that is causing this mirror like quality to the window.

regardless of the explanation, scientifically, i find it curious that this creature has come to my window so persistently. is there a message it carries for me? kelly wants to let the bird into the house…..i hear echoes of my dream somehow…

tonight i read these words (again, bond with the beloved) ”for so long we have identified ourselves with our actions, with what we do rather than what we are. we value ourselves by the external result of our actions, by what we create in the outer world. yet true purpose and meaning come from deep within the unconscious. it is the inner connection that gives value and purpose to life.”

and there was etty’s quote “Ultimately, we have just one moral duty: to reclaim large areas of peace in ourselves, more and more peace, and to reflect it towards others. And the more peace there is in us, the more peace there will be in our troubled world. ”

here is my left shoe in the golden bird’s nest…

someone suggested that the man mowing the lawn is god, taking care of the details so i can be free to love….hmmm

all is well,

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