WHEN THE CHIRPERS PECK
They chirp like they are reading a musical piece. Each chirp has a note and one bird sings differently from the other bird. And when they are positioned side by side, they form an orchestra, an ensemble.
Every morning as I wake up, I head to my small studio in our two story house. It is rather small but it's a haven for me. It's a sanctuary where I pour out my inspirations into creative pieces of paintings and drawings and designs. And every morning as I sit by the window and sip my hot cup of coffee, I am always accompanied by this heavenly ensemble of talented musicians. They are all lined up on the power line which is just a meter far from my window.
Then I look intently at them since I can watch them from a very close distance. They also seem to look back at me while they perform their symphony. They seem to be so assuring. They have everything they need. They lack nothing. And all they do is to be free, fly away when they want to, where they want to. Peck when they want to and chirp when they want to. And boy, can they sing! Maybe because they worry about nothing. Maybe because they know that all they need will be provided for. Maybe because they know that they are well taken cared of. I do not know if I straightforwardly believe in this, but I know that I struggle everyday in order to live. In order to get my family through the days. But then again, maybe it's because I am trying to do it on my own. Maybe because I forgot that like the birds, I am well taken cared of. And that all I should do is to do what I have to. To work, to eat, to rest, to share, to love, to be free and to chirp. And at the end of the day, I will trust that I am taken cared of. And maybe like the chirpers, I should not worry about what to peck, I will just sing and look at my God, who I know is watching me and appreciating me when I chirp.
They chirp like they are reading a musical piece. Each chirp has a note and one bird sings differently from the other bird. And when they are positioned side by side, they form an orchestra, an ensemble.
Every morning as I wake up, I head to my small studio in our two story house. It is rather small but it's a haven for me. It's a sanctuary where I pour out my inspirations into creative pieces of paintings and drawings and designs. And every morning as I sit by the window and sip my hot cup of coffee, I am always accompanied by this heavenly ensemble of talented musicians. They are all lined up on the power line which is just a meter far from my window.
Then I look intently at them since I can watch them from a very close distance. They also seem to look back at me while they perform their symphony. They seem to be so assuring. They have everything they need. They lack nothing. And all they do is to be free, fly away when they want to, where they want to. Peck when they want to and chirp when they want to. And boy, can they sing! Maybe because they worry about nothing. Maybe because they know that all they need will be provided for. Maybe because they know that they are well taken cared of. I do not know if I straightforwardly believe in this, but I know that I struggle everyday in order to live. In order to get my family through the days. But then again, maybe it's because I am trying to do it on my own. Maybe because I forgot that like the birds, I am well taken cared of. And that all I should do is to do what I have to. To work, to eat, to rest, to share, to love, to be free and to chirp. And at the end of the day, I will trust that I am taken cared of. And maybe like the chirpers, I should not worry about what to peck, I will just sing and look at my God, who I know is watching me and appreciating me when I chirp.
