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Day 12 - the insight of others

Once again, this was meant to be posted yesterday..... but I keep dozing off at night and forgetting.

A lovely friend posted this on fb yesterday (and gave me permission to repost it here).

Such a beautiful little story...... and such a great lesson.



This is Twitter the bird. He flew into our window this morning, and we spent the next 30 minutes naming him, talking to him, admiring him, hoping for the best as he gathered himself. In my heart, I was hoping he was not suffering and in my mind trying to figure out how to talk my ten year old through the process of death which he was witnessing. I turned my thoughts and words into something more positive as we talked to him--and just when his blinks became slower and eyes stayed closed-he stood up on my hand and soared away into the beautiful blue sky! Wow. We both learned a great lesson today--we hit walls, windows, roadblocks, we gather, we soar. I am not going to consider the negative possibilities anymore--life is short and too beautiful!

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