I decided to sit outside awhile and listen to Mother Nature. Today is a warm, sunny day with a cool, gentle breeze and as expected my little songbird was up to his usual. I nick-named him "King Mockingbird" because his presence is likewise of a tiny King; and the cutest personality to witness. Seemingly, his kingdom is my backyard. And His Majesty's throne is the awesome telephone pole just above my picnic tables. Like clockwork, every morning he is perched upon the same telephone pole. No, he's not making a phone call but has a message just the same.
Embrace, defend, be proud of who are, and give life your best.
His "Most High" [lol] twirls a few times, takes a bow, and lifts his tiny frame; with breast out and head held high he begins to sing the morning's praises! As king of the lot, no other bird dare out sing him. No crow chases him. No rain, sleet, or snow cancels the show. It's as if that corner of the yard on that lone telephone pole belongs to him and only he. From sunup to sundown...he sings.
Intermission. Something required his attention and he flew away. For a while, it was awkwardly silent, save the echo of other birds chirping in the distance. Moments later I saw him flying overhead out of the woods. Indeed, he came back to the same spot on the same telephone pole, lands, twirls, pokes his breast out, turns his head toward the sky, and commences chirping. Chuckling with delight I watched in amusement. Suddenly, I found myself in awe as I began to see my tiny friend in a different light. As I, (human) sat outside with Mother Nature contemplating future plans, life, and my greater purpose within it. There was King Mockingbird, singing his heart out without a flinch. This tiny creature exuded more matter-of-fact confidence than I could seem to muster. I was not envious but curious as my worries began to seem trivial. Did he know something I didn't? Perhaps, a certain "knowing" I'd forgotten?
As he sang, and sang, and sang incessantly I realized... he does not care about the "what ifs" because he knows what is. It's none the matter who's listening. He sings for the sake of his song. His cares, not his song-sheet is comprised of the musical notes of other birds. He just cares to sing. That is his talent, his purpose and he is not only content with - but proud of himself. He does not allow other birds to frighten or fool him out of his lot in life. He knows he is the king of his domain, the master of his destiny, and one of a kind in his own right. Each and every morning he rises with the sun. Sometimes he cannot wait 'til morning and you can hear him singing into the night. He never ceases because he knows his contribution in life may be humble but it is great. And without it the voice of Mother Nature wouldn't be quite the same. Ultimately, he knows his passion is his purpose and it is a purpose greater than his own. Our purpose is not outside of I and I (us). In other words, you and your purpose in life are one yet interdependent with the Great Spirit. It is innate and defines you. Nothing or no one can undermine or take it away from you.
Lesson:
Intermission. Something required his attention and he flew away. For a while, it was awkwardly silent, save the echo of other birds chirping in the distance. Moments later I saw him flying overhead out of the woods. Indeed, he came back to the same spot on the same telephone pole, lands, twirls, pokes his breast out, turns his head toward the sky, and commences chirping. Chuckling with delight I watched in amusement. Suddenly, I found myself in awe as I began to see my tiny friend in a different light. As I, (human) sat outside with Mother Nature contemplating future plans, life, and my greater purpose within it. There was King Mockingbird, singing his heart out without a flinch. This tiny creature exuded more matter-of-fact confidence than I could seem to muster. I was not envious but curious as my worries began to seem trivial. Did he know something I didn't? Perhaps, a certain "knowing" I'd forgotten?
As he sang, and sang, and sang incessantly I realized... he does not care about the "what ifs" because he knows what is. It's none the matter who's listening. He sings for the sake of his song. His cares, not his song-sheet is comprised of the musical notes of other birds. He just cares to sing. That is his talent, his purpose and he is not only content with - but proud of himself. He does not allow other birds to frighten or fool him out of his lot in life. He knows he is the king of his domain, the master of his destiny, and one of a kind in his own right. Each and every morning he rises with the sun. Sometimes he cannot wait 'til morning and you can hear him singing into the night. He never ceases because he knows his contribution in life may be humble but it is great. And without it the voice of Mother Nature wouldn't be quite the same. Ultimately, he knows his passion is his purpose and it is a purpose greater than his own. Our purpose is not outside of I and I (us). In other words, you and your purpose in life are one yet interdependent with the Great Spirit. It is innate and defines you. Nothing or no one can undermine or take it away from you.
Lesson:
Embrace, defend, be proud of who are, and give life your best. Most importantly, never give up on yourself. No matter how modest or extravagant, like the mockingbird your presence and purpose are unique. And without you, life wouldn't be quite the same.
Northern Mockingbird - Virginia 7.14.2011
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