Oh to be a baby bird…. right out of the shell.

You know.  When WE were baby birds… the world was brand new.  There was so much we didn’t know.

So many things.

We didn’t know how to hate.  Or how to show prejudice.  Someone taught us those things.

At first blush, we didn’t fear anything.  We learned that too..  Most of the time,  it was with the help of others.

When we were baby birds, we thought we were able to doing anything we wanted.  We knew no limits.    Yet… we found that we DO have certain limits.  And sometimes it hurts.   Like the time I fell down the steps.  Or the time I put my hand on a hot burner.

Yet on other occasions… someone first told us we were not capable….   of this… or that.

Yes.  That is how it goes for us baby birds.  But one of the tricks to getting better at this thing called flying, is to figure out which lessons are good, and which are bad.

We spread our wings, and we fly.

But the when….   the how….

Some good bird lessons I have been thinking about tonight:

I am going to live by the three Rs each day.  Respect for self.  Respect for others.  Responsibility for my actions.

I will not hurt people.

I will forgive others and myself. To understand that no person is perfect is a fine thing.

Life is empty without happiness. I must do what makes me happy.

I will offer a helping hand to others.

Nobody else in this whole world is exactly like me. I am a unique individual.  I have something good to contribute to this world.

Yes, just a few thoughts tonight… from the wholeness of it all.  Growing more feathers.

“Be kind whenever possible. It is always possible.” – Dalai Lama