Birdsong
Birds gotta sing. This goes deeper than mere communication, or display. Birds sing from the moment of birth until the second of extinguishment. If they’re not singing, they’re ill. They’re not all lone troubadours, either; each African boubou shrike couple creates a unique duet to keep track of each other in the dense brush. What is your song? Not all of us regard ourselves as creatives yet we share intensely in our culture’s creativity and dream about it at night. Our new daily patterns are all about unlocking our inner potential. Do you have a concept of the new person you are becoming? If this new person “despises” your old self, I can tell you already the transition won’t work. Your disavowed, castigated shadow will follow you like a vengeful nemesis. To release our creativity, we must accept the past, incorporate our history and move on. It’s a question of getting out of the passenger seat and into the driver’s perch. Being a passenger is fun. Being the driver is – exciting. “I love me”
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