What The Bird Told Me

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There is a mockingbird that likes to perch outside my bedroom door each morning and squawk mightily. This, despite that it’s 6 am and, due to the pandemic, I can sleep in. This bird does not care.

I noticed that on some mornings, I am grateful and happy to hear the bird.

Other mornings, I am annoyed and flirt with the idea of shooing it away.

Same bird. Same noise. Same time.

Different me.

 

 

 

 

 

Stillness

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by Charles Deluvio 

The first three items in my inbox this morning were about stillness. I take that as a sign. Clearly, I subscribe to matter that resonates with me, so it’s not too coincidental, but I have been feeling this urgent need to be calm despite the pandemic.

Real stillness is not (just) physical repose, but more importantly, mental quiet. 

It’s only when one is quiet can one ignore offensive people, create art, be productive and be helpful for those in need.