The prompt I needed: "When my mind, my awareness, is overcome with the pain and the sorrow of the world, and my deepest prayer is to alleviate the suffering of others, I have a choice. I can choose to spiral into despair and panic and overwhelm, which generally makes me quite useless to others. Or I can choose to embody that which I want to flourish in the world. Presence, peace, love, care. I can embody that with the gas station attendant, the grocery store clerk, the neighbor at an airbn'b I’m only calling home for two nights." Ganga Devi Braun, "The Living World" - When only birds sing.
Do song birds get upset with hummingbirds because they don’t know the words?
I would hope not.
Loved this piece. Particularly liked: “Their songs connect things—sky and earth, morning and night, one bird to another.”
I love how you weaved this piece together. So beautiful 🦜
'Birds only sing when they're safe'. I've been carrying that with me since reading this, and know I'll be carrying it forwards. Thank you.
The prompt I needed: "When my mind, my awareness, is overcome with the pain and the sorrow of the world, and my deepest prayer is to alleviate the suffering of others, I have a choice. I can choose to spiral into despair and panic and overwhelm, which generally makes me quite useless to others. Or I can choose to embody that which I want to flourish in the world. Presence, peace, love, care. I can embody that with the gas station attendant, the grocery store clerk, the neighbor at an airbn'b I’m only calling home for two nights." Ganga Devi Braun, "The Living World" - When only birds sing.
Of course. And now I shall enjoy my morning serenades even more remembering this. ❤️
So beautiful Ganga, thank you for your words