Woke up late. Too tired to start things in a hurry, like Saturdays of long ago. Sitting here with coffee, black as hell and bitter. But it tastes good.
A grey fine day like someone’s antique silk dress fraying slightly at the edge. Warm, misty skies wet with coming rain or snow.
Dull and confused like teflon, a chemical taste in my mouth, the worry of the week like mold on everything. Why so dull now in happy December?
Suddenly they come again, the birds flying in and out of the bushes, they cris cross outside again doing a new dance. Like little black shadows but in and out they flit over and over again, so how can I be sad when they dance? I watch the almost grainy black and white movie nature directs here just for me. I can smell the outside, the damp, the moist earth opening up slightly now thinking perhaps it is spring.
The shrubs in front of the windows cover a good half of the light coming in. But I still see those birds and almost feel their little hearts bursting with joy as they fly, chatter, and sing.
Swoop! Sitting here I am transfixed again because there are so many birds flying in and out as though they are coming for me, to take me somewhere far away. Few people out. A great silence next door, the looming, monstrous house finally sold and waiting for the next family coming in.
I run to the window and the birds are circling my house near the roof, the gutters, in front of the dining and living room windows and they fly in and out of the large wide yew on the parkway. Looking closer I see that there are perhaps two dozen in that shrub, many underneath, picking at something in the grass.
There is a black car parked right in front of the shrubs and I see some woman sitting there texting. Bent over and tapping her finger over and over again sending messages to someone. The car is running and I realize that there are clouds of exhaust billowing from the back end.
I am annoyed at the woman, at her car, her exhaust, her texting. The birds are just a couple of feet away from her poison. Go away go away I mouth to her silently while looking out my window. I can almost smell the exhaust. I think about running out in my robe and shooing her away and then she taps a few more times and in a cloud of smoke leaves.
The birds peck happily away, chirping, eating, singing, caring not a thing for me or the black texter.
But, I am happy again. I wait because somewhere in my little demented mind I think to myself, the birds may come back, a whole mass of them, carrying something like a wide magic carpet, and one day, maybe, take me far away with them.
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Whenever I read your writing O, you often make me feel like I am in a parallel universe – part magical fairy tale and part everyday humdrum life.
I like to think that it is God Himself who has directed the birds to put on a show for you because He knows how much it delights you and that you appreciate the cast members. What a privilege!
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While you have sent me such kind words about these posts, I in turn love reading how you describe your reactions and how articulate you are in doing that. You have another gift besides your writing on your blog posts, and that is of an observer/ critic of other writer’s works. And, that you take the time to read another writer, well that is quite unbelievable…. I get very selfish often with my time and don’t’ do that. You are a very generous person to give so much of your time and insight to others….and your wisdom. A very very precious gift and one that I am so privileged to receive. Again you remind me of my late sister and the huge gift that she was to me and the world…
Thank you so much for blessing me this morning with your positive energy… I may just get out of this robe now….
O
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Dear O, I was re-reading your response this morning and thank you for your kind words. There is a kind of selfishness on my part in that I admire, enjoy reading and hope to learn from your writing. I do like to encourage people but have not really found another blog at which I delight in spending my time as much as I do at yours. Also there is this God-connection thing between us.
I take it as a real compliment that you consider me to be like your late sister – May she rest in peace. Have a blessed day!
😃
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Dear Ladycee,
My goodness you have almost rendered me speechless. Thank you for such a compliment. Not sure what to say. I usually write these posts when I am very sad or very overjoyed or both,and usually early in theMorning when I am half asleep/awake. In a semi conscious state of mind. Often then one taps into something on the other side…
And yes there is that God connection between us. I think you were one of or perhaps the first person to comment on My blog back many years ago…. Wishing you all the best…
O
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Thank you so much O for your good wishes and all I can do O is to encourage you to keep sharing your writing and not give up the blogging/technical side (I know you’ve been considering getting rid of your phone/laptop). I know from other comments you have received that I am not the only one who enjoys your writing! 🙂
Have a blessed and peaceful Sunday!
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It’s always a gift to hear from you Ladycee
I wish you the same peace .
O
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