Looking through my morning window while I have my coffee, the season’s change is bringing other changes with it. Gone are the birds of summer and in are the birds of fall and winter. The most common visitors to the feeder outside my window these days are the finches – mostly the new crop of Purple Finch, I believe. They are at the feeder, on the ground, in the bird tree. The males are just beginning to get touches of their color, growing handsome to attract a mate next spring.
I love watching the birds, but would I want to trade places with them? I think not. I like my walls around me and my roof over my head. I like to be protected from the weather, be it heat or cold, wet or dry. I want to be protected from predators, away from the possibility of being swooped up in the sharp talons of a hawk.
Sitting by my window, watching the birds, I’m free to let my mind wander, to muse as it wishes. To think thoughts serious or frivolous. Or not to think at all, simply to be. Quiet. Pensive. Surrounded by furry girls inside and feathery friends outside.
A precious gift, that freedom. No chains to shackle our bodies or our minds, unless we choose to impose those chains on ourselves, to restrict ourselves from being all that we can be, to introduce internal conflict.
Just let it go. Just be.