I’ve been watching the birds leave Colorado now that fall’s in full force.

Winter winds are approaching and they’re high tailing it south for the winter.

Just last Spring they arrived it seemed overnight; hungry and tired from their long journeys.

As of late, I’ve been filling my feeders and bird baths, and I’ve been thinking about that long, long journey they are about to take seeking warmth down south.

They depart with nothing. There are no bags that they pack, no guarantees of food or water upon their arrival, and yet they fly.

Mother nature doesn’t even promise warm days and balmy nights; in fact sometimes they return in the spring to the snow that they fled a few months prior, and yet they fly.

These birds open their eyes one morning as an internal alarm goes off in that small bird brain;  the tiny compass of their hearts suddenly guiding them towards southern spring green land.

And of course; now I reflect upon myself.

I want guarantees and safety. I want to know that everything is going to work out all right in the end.  Most of all, I want promises of warm days and balmy nights.

I’m wise enough and finally seasoned enough to know that life is never going to give me those things. Life demands that we fly towards the climate we want in our lives without a safety net. We fool ourselves into thinking that our money, our homes, and our security measures will
protect us and give us guarantees of safe arrivals…

And yet in the end…..
When we finally arrive to the place that our heart desired, and we realize we’ve made it without safety nets and without guarantees; just on our blind trust and heart’s internal compass…the song that we then sing will be the sweetest.
xo

Image Courtesy of  freedigitalphotos.net by Paul Battmore.