What I Learned From This Little Bird


I walked out into the garage an hour ago and I saw myself clearer than I have in awhile. There was a tiny hummingbird stuck in one spot near the top of the wall. At least he thought he was stuck. He was looking at the garage from a small perspective. Here he is, pathetically stranded and helpless to the point  of not being able to move.

I can only imagine how trapped he felt. Stuck in a place he didn’t want to be. I guess the saddest part of all is both garage doors were wide open. All he had to do was stop hanging on that one tiny spot and turn around. For goodness sake, he could fly and those wings could take him anywhere he wanted to go. 
Next time you’re feeling stuck, remember the story of this poor little bird. Turn around and try and see the situation in a way you can better handle. There are so many lessons tugging at our heals hoping we notice. I got this one loud and clear. We all have wings but we can only fly if we release our death grip on that little branch. Go now and fly and remember there is always a way out. 



To say I have a problem with barn swallows is a bit of an understatement. I have been at serious war with them since I have moved into this house 6 years ago. Last year I finally found a way to outsmart them. I put duck tape over all my doorways and on top of my fan and light fixtures. Success, no bird nests. A few birds may or may not have accidentally caught themselves on the tape but I am not a savage, I spared their lives.

This year I followed the advice of all my neighbors. Go and buy an owl the said, it will scare the birds away. This is what I found this morning. And no, it is not funny. I am not amused!

The girl, The bird, and The Terrible Plan


Sometimes I come up with what I think is an amazing plan but I neglect to focus on the tiny details that make all the difference. I have lived here for five years. Every spring, the barn swallows build there nests at my front and back door. At first I enjoyed them very much. I waited and waited for the babies to hatch and I would lovingly sit and count the days until their first venture out of the nest. What I realized though is their droppings are very toxic. They were everywhere rotting the paint off my fence, my outdoor furniture and statues and it was everywhere. You had to watch where you would sit, step…it was totally gross. I read online that the birds do not like the texture of plastic so I had this genius idea to use clear tape to cover the corners on my front porch. I climbed up the ladder and taped like a madman. 

Hours later, I returned home to find a bird sitting over my front door. The tape had come loose and somehow wrapped itself around the birds wing. At first I thought it was funny until I climbed the ladder and the bird appeared not to move. I was devastated and thought for sure his wing was broken. His eyes met mine and my heart began to hurt. What did I do to this perfect little bird? With my husbands help, I was able to carefully cut the tape loose and peel it off his wing. My heart was pounding as I waited, watching to see if he could fly. Off he went and I was feeling extremely grateful. Sometimes our best intentions do not turn out so great. Lesson learned. I was so caught up in my own selfishness that could have cost this bird his life. Luckily, alls well that ends well. I always love a happy ending. 




I was remembering something a moment ago. I remember sitting at the Grand Canyon and watching the birds. I thought how amazing it would be to live in that beautiful place. I imagined what it would be like to spread my wings and fly over the beautiful colors and feel the peace and enormity of that place day after day. Imagine your home being that amazing sight. Then I thought about the stubborn barn swallows persistently trying to build their nest on top of the fan out on my patio. Why there? Didn’t they know they could use their wings to fly someplace much more beautiful and peaceful? Really, a fan out back by my pool where we are constantly walking in and out and blasting music?

Maybe there is a life lesson here if we look hard enough. We choose a place and our world is only as big as what we allow it to become. Our vision changes and we can’t see much further than what is right in front of us. We forget that the world is so much bigger than the place and the people around us. Some of us are smart enough to keep trying to find our beautiful place, to not stop looking until we find the place that inspires our soul. We are meant to be happy. We are meant to feel alive and excited.

I say keep flying. Don’t allow yourself to be trapped in the small confines of a fictitious world your mind creates. There are so many places and so many people if you open up your eyes. Choose life. Choose to be inspired and choose happiness. It will change your entire life and completely alter the view of what is and has always been all around you.

When The Systems Broken


When the systems broken where do you go? There is no magic place to turn where you can click your own heels and return to a simpler time. A time when people could believe in the power of justice and know that the system would guard and protect them from what is so blatantly wrong.

I heard the news yesterday that the judge in Justina Pelletiers case granted permanent custody to the state of Massachusetts. I read it twice and then once again. I must have misunderstood something. Now that people all over the world were standing behind the family of this pathetically abused young girl, surely the power of the people could force the system to do what’s right.

My stomach is physically ill at the thought that we place power, real power to decide our fate, our health, our life into the hands of people that lack the ability to ever admit that they are wrong. Is that saying the whole justice system is corrupt? Of course not, but look around at the crazy things people have gotten away with over the past few years that many would never have thought possible. How can this be? I’ll tell you how because I have dealt with this kind of situation in organizations myself. The problem is this. Someone makes a bad decision, off the charts, horrible, bold decision. The rest of the system, not wanting to look bad, will back any action or person regardless of how ridiculous the circumstance, regardless of how clearly obvious it is to the majority of the world that the decision or action was horrendously wrong.

They say birds flock together. You’ve heard that one right? Well power hungry, egotistical birds who base their decisions off of their own pride flock together so tightly that they become one. It is crazy but it happens. They don’t care what the whole world thinks, if they made a decision then that’s that. That decision is never going to be changed. Oh, and try and challenge it, and that nasty flock of birds will attack you so painfully hard that you may not even remember what you were fighting for in the first place. Then, looky here, that corrupt system points a big, fat finger back at you and all of a sudden you are not the victim. They will point to your every flaw regardless of the cost until they make you look like an unstable, emotional, angry, dangerous lunatic that actually may need to be examined yourself. After all, you are out of control and need to be contained by the power hungry dogs. And all the while, the flock laughs to themselves as the system supports their plump, lazy tail feathers and slowly, one at a time, they destroy lives. The attention is now off of them and onto you my friend.

I’m sorry but if We The People back down, then what will it be next? They are already ripping our kids out of the stronghold of our arms and why? Because we love and protect them and fight with our entire being to do what actually is in the best interest of OUR child? But what the hell do we know? We are just the parents and too stupid, or uneducated to ever really know what’s best. That should be left to a total pompous stranger that doesn’t have the courage to even consider how protecting their own arrogant selves is absolutely destroying other peoples lives. But what do they care. At the end of the day, their flock will be there clinking mugs and singing Ride Sally Ride, all the while knowing, every little conquer is just another step forward to owning a more powerful belt. And what are you going to do about it, little, insignificant you? Who is going to stop them? Remember, birds of a feather flock together, do you even know the size or depth of the flock? No, you don’t my friend but you can bet it is out of control if they can pull off a stunt like this one.

If you are not familiar with this story and this girl, I am begging, for her sake and for yours, do not look the other way.