Then a great peace came over me & I seemed to hear the pines and the wind and the rocky shores say to me, 'You, lover of the wild, are part of us.' – Sigurd Olson
Birds make me happy. On my gloomiest days, their antics at my feeder lift my spirits and bring a smile.While I try to spread my love for the feathered-folk evenly, I have to admit I do play favorites. Chickadees, titmice, and nuthatches are especially dear. These smallest of birds are exuberant as they flit to and fro, singing with gusto on even the coldest winter mornings. They banter with the other birds as they gad about in search of the perfect seed. Once found, they’re off to the forest to enjoy their treasure in peace, then they zip back to my deck and begin the process again. I envy my avian friends for they seem to live with unceasing joy. They live so effortlessly, I know they are not burdened by the weight of uncertainty and regret and I look to them for guidance on this bleak winter’s day.
“What can you tell me?” I ask of my friends, “What have I forgotten during the busy days just past?”
“Be present,” says the titmouse, busy about his work.
“Love what you do and do what you love,” trills the chickadee, flipping seeds with delight.
“Try a new perspective,” advises the nuthatch, walking head-first down the tree.
Simple wisdom, but that’s what I need: To get back to basics, to stop running helter-skelter looking for the secrets of the Universe. All I have to do is sit quietly and let peace of The Wild come softly to me.