It’s Sunday morning and I’m lying in a sunbeam in my bed
So many things to do today are roaming around my head
Their footsteps are loud, urgent, pacing and it sets my heart to racing, I am almost about to rise
When a Butcher birds song cuts through the glass door, cuts through the roof, cuts through my pillow, my thoughts
She is so close I could touch her but for the window between us
And the sound that is stemming from her small feathered throat is startling
The tune, I have heard it many times in my life as I have always paid attention, tuned in to the wildlife
But this time I am wondering, why does she sing?
What are her words, what are her feelings, where has she been?
That this poignant tale comes rollicking out of her being with such emotive substance and clout
What is she singing?
Is it pain, is it solace, is it an ode to a tree?
Is it born out of her love for the sky or her comfort in leaves?
Does she hark to the season, the bitter icy ground, evaporating in the sunlight as it warmly shines down?
Is she missing her loved ones, they’ve grown and flown free?
Is she simply a soul that is singing to me?
And that, of all these questions, I settle upon as truth.
I wish I could return her song to her with a flute that I don’t play anymore because I haven’t the time
But I will find it
Because playing music is one of those many things I’ve set aside
In order to live this crazy life
That is full of things
Which stop me from singing
Opening my throat every morning to the sun and letting my music pour out on everyone
Poetry counts, as an internal song sung
*And this one is for my small feathered friend – who once she was done, flew away again. She didn’t wait for applause, or to do a summary edit. She just sang her skilful song and left it to wash over me like a benediction.
Unrefined consumption is so much better for us. Processed food, processed media, processed content causes sickness and strife, which is why natural and nature are so healing.
This post is a simple song to set your hearts free and all the crass rhyming which should be edited out, is a little bit of fun that I hope touches you warmly – and makes you smile. Have a lovely day 🕊💕✨I’m off and about in the winter sunshine X