I nearly had a panic attack. Outside, the sound of birds is a welcome and wonderful song. A world of music that never stops. But when I heard hungry little fledglings that are chirping in desperate need, I went looking for a ladder. Because if something happened to mom, well, Sandi to the rescue!
As I was about to get a ladder, and began my ascent up to bird palace, I noticed the mom fly back to the nest, where she tried to push an anxious baby back into safety, as it seemed to be hanging over the nest nearly losing its footing. She pushed the baby back further into the nest and she flew away when she saw me, so I came back inside.
Don’t worry, I’ll keep an eye out!
Keep growing folks, love one another, and give each other a helping hand. Many blessings, Sandi
“Let there be spaces in your togetherness, And let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup. Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf. Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone, Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music. Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping. For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts. And stand together, yet not too near together: For the pillars of the temple stand apart, And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.” ― Khalil Gibran
One time, a few years back, I tried to cut a chain that was locked on my parent’s gate. The key to the lock couldn’t be found. The links were thick, and the chain cutter I tried to use, was difficult and awkward to maneuver. I thought maybe I wasn’t putting my back into it enough.
So, was it the human element in breaking the chain gone amiss, or was it the wrong tool? Maybe I should’ve tried helping my parent’s find the key with more effort, or maybe the gates shouldn’t have been locked that day?
Chains for me have always felt like an element of entrapment. I wanted to remind myself, and hopefully you, as the reader, that chains come in many different forms: Fear, scarcity, disillusioned obligations, lies, manipulation, and – fill in the blanks.
As the year 2020 wraps up, I see now how I have inadvertently broken many chains. I call this blessings in disguise. I plan to use these opportunities for growth, personal evolution, personal revolution, and creative new beginnings. What about you?