We all need to feel safe…
Recently at work I noticed a small bird on one of the patios, sitting very still. I thought it might be dead, as often birds fly into the mirrored windowpanes and break their little necks. But this one was alive, just sitting in the shade of the building, getting wind blown.
I approached slowly, not wanting to scare it, or hurt it. But it didn’t fly away, even though there were no visible injuries on its little body. I think it may have hit the side of the building and just stunned itself temporarily. Still, it was so exposed I was afraid that a predator might take advantage of its helpless situation. So, very gently, I approached it…and it let me pick it up!
I moved it to a place in the mulch between two shrubs where it could have some shelter from the wind and protection from larger animals. I always feel compassion for the vulnerable ones, those who are exposed, those victimized or exploited by so-called friends who turn out to be emotional predators. It’s a difficult place to be.
People have always shared their hearts with me, from close friends and family, to workplace peers, to strangers standing in the grocery checkout line. It’s amazing what people will reveal…and sometimes they regret having done so. I never want anyone to feel sorry that they shared something with me. My goal is to justify their trust, to cradle them in safety…to offer them a place of Shelter.
You got to hold him! Sort of ties in with how you love feathers doesn’t it?
Getting to hold him was pretty much a miracle for me…and yes, it relates perfectly to my whole deal with feathers.