I saw this guy in the middle of the road driving home through the downpour. Everyone else was driving over him. I didn’t want to stop either, it was pouring and I was tired. I did though. He was huddled and hurt so I carefully put my hand under him. Brought him into the woods and was gonna place him under some leaf cover, he gripped my fingers like he didn’t want to be put on the ground. He shook and pinched me every time the thunder clapped overhead.
At any other time this bird would fly away. At that moment I could feel he did not want to be alone. So I drove home with him in my palm, one hand on the wheel. I put him under a covered deck where it was dry and not in the open. Dried him off and gave him my shirt to rest on.
After I took him home I wanted to keep helping. He was hopping and stretching his wings, eyes were open and alert. I knew the best thing I could do was trust nature and his strength. So after the storm cleared I took him back to the spot I found him. It was a cool drive because he was alert and looking out the window. I found some brush and cover, and he hopped to it. I said a little nature prayer, wished him well , thanked him, and that was that.
It was a heart intensive experience and my honor to help this beautiful bird. It is sacred to work with nature. He could of been dying and maybe all I did was show him something other than cold rain in those moments. Maybe he survived and I saved him. Maybe I gave him reassurance and held space for him, and the rest was in the hands of nature and whatever spirits were watching out for him. I have no illusions that this bird would let me pick him up if I saw him again. All life is sentient on some level though. Everything has a need to connect. No one wants to feel scared and isolated in the storm.
When we encounter a wounded animal or part of nature it is our responsibility to be the best caretakers and stewards we can in the span of time we are asked to. We make life a little better when we approach the wounds with mindfulness and empathy.
There are two men in every man. There is his ego, his superficial self which you come to know in waking time.
There is his soul. This is under the surface and unspoken. Yet it does slip through in speech occasionally, in symbolic actions and timings, and the actions a man takes despite what his ego says.
If you want to know a man pay less attention to his ego and what he says. The goodness or negativity of a man is told from his soul despite proclamations he makes on the surface. It is from within that men act from. Many are unconscious of what is driving them but this does not change what is driving them.
We live in a world where many men make proclamations on the surface, all their energy is invested in force and extroverted action. This has made man into a hypocrite and something of a shell.
So a man must awaken the sleeper within. He must humble his brash surface and go within, discover his soul. There he must do clearing and atonement, depending on its nature. He must get in touch with his true self and quest to consciously act in accordance with the eternal breath that gives him life and the unconditional heart which gives him his pulse and sentience. He must strive to act with the positive aspects of his soul. He must endeavor to act in “right action”, or conscious use of will in all that he does.
In this way man does not need salvation, he walks a path that is his salvation.
A man’s path becomes him whether he is conscious of it or not.
Mothers give birth to cute animals like this. If we are to truly respect the mother we must respect her children, the life she gives birth to. It takes a lot of energy and love to create a new lifeform let alone birth and raise it.
To love one mother we must love all mothers, and the life they bring into the world.
People often forget this in “I love my momma” sentiments. I love my momma too but it is upon us to do more than revert to sappiness when faced with the archetype of the mother. It’s upon us to bring consciousness to the love we feel for our mommas. It’s upon us to live and act in ways that consciously recognize and respect the mother.
To do so we must respect all that she gives birth to. One gave birth to each of us too. She provided us the opportunity to experience life. Thank her by respecting her work.
Happy Mother’s day. Live, laugh, and celebrate life!
***something fun to do: see how many Conan Obrien’s you can spot in the video (this sentence is only as random as creation is spontaneous).