experience
Birds Like fragments of dreams, birds flying upwards lift us out of melancholy, promise future direction, and speak of opportunity. There’s renewal in the possibilities. Birds can go anywhere and carry colour to new places. We can be like this, too, moving up into blue hope. We have enough in common that we want to be like them: warm blood, two keen eyes, and a desire to be warm. Vulnerable yet visionary. There are so many different kinds that there’s
often one that really speaks to us, sings to us, stands out in a landscape, drawing our attention. Every eruption of wings is a new pattern, giving our minds a burst of freedom from the constraints of linear thinking. Found feathers are a simple benediction. A blessing. A reminder of avian grace. Birds are often dishevelled, like us, and need a bath – a glimpse of kinship. Their songs are a safe sound, not only musical, but a reminder to our deeper selves that danger is not close.
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