My writing career this time around (as opposed to two decades ago) began with a story about birds in a flower pot. Doves, to be exact. It was a grand love story for the heart. And when I decided to end the blog, I posted a bird in a pot to honor the impact that the opportunity to write the story had on me.
It seems the birds have struck again!
I received this story from a friend. And what better way to symbolize another beginning than to post about a dove one more time? The dove is the universal symbol of peace. I now make peace with that segment of my past which has afforded me the luxury of moving on... to other things, perhaps better things.
I give you NOAH - one special bird.
These little bunnies, about six days old, were attacked by a dog and orphaned. Two out of the litter of five did not survive, and these three were not doing very well either.
Noah is a non-releasable, one-legged homing pigeon/rock dove that is in the rehab center. Noah kept going over to the bunny cage and looking in - even sleeping in front of the door to the cage.
Then, suddenly, there were only two bunnies in the cage. But when Noah moved a bit from the front of the cage, to everyone's surprise, there was the tiny bunny under Noah's wing... sound asleep! That little bunny rabbit had crawled through the cage, preferring a feather bed, no doubt, to snuggling up with its litter mates.
Soon they all came together and are now doing GREAT! When the bunnies scoot under Noah's feathers, he carefully extends his wings out to surround them and then they snuggle. When one of them moves and begin sticking our here and there, he gently pushes them back under his him with his beak. It is beautiful and most amazing to see.
This is what God does with us when we need the warmth and love that He offers. He gathers us under His loving wings to a cradle of protection. All we need to do in return is give Him thanks and praise for being with us.
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I had been struggling with how to begin again. Ideas ran through my mind as if they had a life of their own, but I couldn't seem to focus on just one. A writer's life is one of hit and miss, here and there... and out on the edge sometimes.
When I received the email, I thought, "This is such an awesome story. I need to send it to everyone." But time passed and I never did send it. Yet every time I went to my inbox, there it was almost glowing at me.
And then I thought, "I wonder if it would be cheating to post something that some else had written?" It wouldn't be the first time I had done that - on those lazy days when I didn't really feel like writing.
"But this was my big comeback! I should write something myself," I thought. But then I realized that it was the doing that was important rather than who wrote what. I wish I could credit this story to whoever created it. Sadly I cannot. It wasn't included.
But I would like to add this. The first bird story unleashed a whole new world inside me, a world I had no concept of and one which I didn't even know existed. It's been three years now. Three years of pouring out my heart, complaining about everything I felt was unjust and reaching new levels of creativity that I wasn't aware I possessed.
I thank the persons who gave me that story, the story that touched my very soul. So I believe it is fitting, no, destiny that another new beginning would involve a bird. It has come to be symbolic for my own personal journey.
I wonder though... if they will ever know the impact they had on me?
I adore the fact that Noah didn't mind (or notice) that his bebes had fur. It's all right though. They didn't care that he had only one leg either.
God bless you all... It's so good to be back.
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