Quite literally for months I’ve been writing and speaking of ‘being like the birds.’ Birds must eat a tremendous amount of food to energize their bodies to be able to fly. They fly without thinking, without knowing if a worm is going to be there when they get to the other side of the street so they can have the requisite energy to keep flying. They go, trust and know that whatever they need will be provided by a power higher than they and that they must only do what they know, which is equipped in them at birth and provided by others along the way (i.e., mama bird, daddy bird, family, friends).
In the midst of the intensity this week, I spoke to a dear friend on the phone. I expressed my concern for my increasing agitation. She said, “Tina, you are just tired of feeling like your wings are pinned down or stuck.” When she called, some part of me instantly began walking toward our backyard and I took off my tennis shoes and plunged my legs into the water as I sat in the shade in 107 degree weather! As soon as she said that, my attention was drawn to something flapping around in the pool. It was a bird whose wings were weighted down by the water! Talk about the speed of the world expressing what your focus is! I quickly hung up and fished the baby bird out of the pool return.
As I did, I remembered seeing him a couple of days earlier. He was in the holly bushes behind our pool. I saw him ‘trying’ to fly. He kept falling down, and I remember wondering if he was sick or injured. As I held him in my gloved hands, I looked down at his face. The judger part of me inspected the situation. Bony, feathers stuck all over the place, no full feathers on his head, bulging eyeballs and pink skin poking out from wet feathers. Pretty pathetic looking; weak, frail are the words that came to mind. I figured he was a baby. As I continued to look in his eyes, I began to feel his spirit. “Wow, how beautiful you are!” I exclaimed spontaneously.
I put him under the rose bush and near his mother who was squawking away just feet above. We went to run an errand and when we came back he was over in the hollies again. I went out a few hours later to check on him and there he was, jumping from limb to limb trying to get the hang of his wings. Soon enough, he flew away.
I have often written about nature and our true connection to divine through it. This little bird, like many others over the last few years was such a gift and representation of me right now. I, too, was ‘doing’ a lot of the things to get ready to fly, but had not fully committed to taking flight. I know this to be true, in my heart. And, despite many others who would look at me and think I had…I hope that my passionate sharing will invite you to consider what you believe is true.
I, too, committed, just like my little friend, to fly. Just like the birds, I will not know what the journey will bring. I can’t know if there will be a worm on the other side of the street, but what I do know is that there is a divine support system that allows me to be secure in not knowing. This support system delivered me outside at that very moment this bird was fighting to escape the pool’s current, despite the fact I haven’t been outside during the middle of the day but a few times this entire summer. Just like I was a supporting point for that little bird’s journey, I too can rely on others to support me along the way. So can you.
I realized a week ago I’ve done the inner work. I’ve created the teachings (by working with others who were delivered by this same, divine support system). And there’s a huge world out there waiting for me (and you). It is time to FLY high!
“Until one is committed, there is hesitancy, the chance to draw back, always ineffectiveness concerning all acts of initiative and creation.” – W. H. Murray
The last two years have shown me how powerful I am in Spirit in all ways. This includes not committing and keeping most support away from me as well as many messengers except for those I specifically requested. Commitment following a decision is essential for flying. Can you imagine what would happen if a pilot launched thousands of pounds into the air and wasn’t committed to the flight? DISASTER! I’ve done this…it is a pretty painful way to learn how to not fly! LOL I have some great battle stories from the trip, though. There’s a gift in all experiences!
Remember, where you are is perfect. There’s nothing to fix and nothing is broken. If something is not moving, it is exactly what is being created. If you long for something, to create a new experience, do not waste time looking to fix what isn’t wrong to begin with: Begin first with what you desire to create, then consider…Have you decided? And, are you committed? Are you ready to fly?
Aaah, sooooo sweet. I got to see him fly for the first time, too.

Isn’t nature a wonderful teacher!
Thanks for sharing the photos,
PJ