Bird in a Blizzard
A bird sits atop a tree outside the window, like the star on a Christmas tree. No attempt is made to seek shelter from the storm -- on the contrary, like me, it seems to enjoy the view.
I love to watch the falling snow; few things are more beautiful to me. It covers the ground with a blanket of peace, slowing us down, quieting the earth with crystalline beauty.
How does it feel to be a bird in a blizzard? It sits there so still, in defiant calmness. What can I learn from this brave little bird?
"Don't be afraid," it seems to say. "There's beauty in the storm. Go to the highest point you can reach -- the view is better there. No point in trying to fly in the middle of a storm. Better to sit still and wait it out. Your wings will take you farther when it's over."
Hmm... Who knew that a bird had so much to say?
Look for beauty in the storms of life.
Gain a new perspective.
You've got wings!
~Mimi Weaver, December 28, 2006 in Boulder, CO