As I was preparing my daily lifeblood, otherwise known as coffee, I watched a little squirrel carry dead leaves up a tree and traverse back down for more. I heard the awful noise of crows having a fit. Remembering a story I read about that stinking bird, I learned that they liked to intimidate hawks to scare them away.
Sure enough, there was a big hawk watching that little squirrel. I opened the door and stepped onto our railless second story balcony and scared off the crows. That hawk mocked me. I danced around and waved my arms, and nothing. I watched that little squirrel hesitantly return to its nest making.
Then I coughed. The hawk, in all its magnificence, soared away.
I didn’t want to be witness to a murder this morning and one little cough ended the hawk’s devious scheme.
With new coffee mug in hand, I turned to look at my zone on the couch. The place that is usually surrounded with what I am working on…knitting, cross stitch, coloring, blogging, reading, digging through the mail…….and in the last several days, the wonderfully thoughtful presents I opened on Christmas Day.
And there it was. Another one of those aha moments.
I’m a stinking squirrel!
Not only do I squirrel things around me to make a security nest, I squirrel away my thoughts.
My mind becomes that hawk that keeps my thoughts swirling around my head. Around and around until the thoughts are mixed with a little self-hate and insecurity.
So……….I’m silent. Others will think I’m mad. I am mad. I’m mad at myself. Well, usually there is something added in the mix that triggered the mad to begin with, but my hawk-mind fuels it with voracious mutating growth.
Why can’t a little cough clear my thoughts?
Where are those stinking crows when I need them?
Word of the day: stinking. 😀