Does Our Thinking Create?

My bluebird’s back. It must be April.

We have bluebirds all winter, but this one is different. This one lays its eggs in the branches of the lovely pine tree right next to my window, where I can watch them until they fly out onto the branches of other trees, where they gather around me to get more calcium.

I feed them. I feed them every day. They are curious. They take little bitey tiny pieces of yellow butter onion cake off the branch that I bend down to put it in their stomach. I feed them every half hour. Or sometimes I watch them eat some of my dark, cut-up dough that I have in a container hanging on the side of the garden, half expecting to see them try to make a hole in it with their beaks.

They are so cute. I feel bad for them because they get all the enrichment I don’t get. They get plenty of bacteria. I’m praying that they get the nematodes and worms that my beak carries to feast on. I feel that the bacteria eat too many nematodes to still be healthy and certainly not enough to harm me.

But I suppose it’s OK to feed them. I hang on to my beak, and my flexibility is restored. I flex my wings and take another little bite. I watch them and wonder what it’s like to fly. I think that this little perch may be a mother in a past life. With every random act of kindness by people, it seems that Life is giving me an insight into my future.

There is one thing for sure. We are meant to fly. We are meant to live forever. Our lives are short. And so, the meaning of Life is not about a forever existence in a comforting embrace of comforts. It is not about being in heaven. It is not about being in hell. It is not about existing in a state of omnipotence. It is not about existing in a spaceship. It is about flying.

So be inspired. Fly and enjoy Life’s twists and turns and discoveries.

While looking for more publications for my struggles, I happened across a promotion from a company called Second Nature World Wide that now offers a special price for a book and a special discount for third-party purchases. I saw the ad for the special price and thought Deal! On that basis, I book my first plane ride, book a flight to crazy Ville, and apply for the job that I’ve been imagining insomnia and sweating over for months. I book a week’s stay at the Airport that will last a few hours because although connecting flights are expensive, they are on sale.

And then there are the meals. My book signing and the press conference are both included in the deal. Although normally, I don’t care for restaurants, I save a lot of money by going out to eat. So I make a reservation at one of the restaurants on the way to the airport. I eat lunch and take a look at my presentation. I’m not going to publish that. I save it in my pocket, and I’m making a list of activities I will do while getting the book published. And then, a few hours before my presentation, I decide to download all my files to my laptop. And…

Whew! It’s finally been a while since I’ve written. I’ve been very busy at the dinner table, so I haven’t kept up with my computer well. Well! I love my computer. I hate to lose files. So, I quickly searched the computer for a file called ” caster Blessings: Prayers of Awareness.” And I save it. Then, I look for someplace where I can begin to pray. Realize I am going to be praying throughout this flight. So I load my bag, pull up a chair, and start to pray. I hear the gentleman in the bright robe tell me to be quiet because he is calling the angels. And United! And I pray the prayer of my soul. And as I pray, I hear the angels singing the Psalms. As I pray, I hear them singing modern hymns. It seemed to come from somewhere far away.

I had never heard these voices before. And I thought to myself: Where did they come from? Well! I recognize them as the voices of the saints. Of course, I have a habit of noticing the saints when they do something unusual. Well, when they act unusual, I will often ask myself a question. Well, that question and the monk outside the bright robe ask me something, too. It is a question I have often asked myself in the way that one often asks a child a question. And I like it. I like to listen to the answers. And I especially like the answers that come from the saints.