What are you waiting for?Earth Shattering Big Time Happy?Dawn Kotzer
WooHoo! The bluebirds are back!
What the heck do birds have to do with big time happy?
Let me fill you in.
BACKSTORY-I’ve been putting off writing a blog post for weeks.
Why?…I’d convinced myself that whatever I posted had to be of EARTH-SHATTERING interest; so full of ‘Ah-Ha’ moments that you could barely catch your breath.
Well, guess what?
I couldn’t even dig up an ounce of Earth Shattering. Worse yet, I’d managed to back my post into a dark, silent, glum corner…you know…that corner where only daDismal hangs out. That’s where my engine stalled. Day after day…full of sh*! stalled.
ENOUGH! Dawnie, let it go already. So I did.
NEW STORY– I decided to rev up a new engine, this one parked in a different corner of my world.
Out came the little BMW convertible. It was time to go for a drive…top down, I hit the road.
Pulling on a toque, I headed south into town. (May can still be a tad chilly around here). It didn’t take long before a good dose of brisk spring air had thoroughly rinsed out my brain.
Home again, I went straight to my office, sat down and started writing about the first thing that came into my now fresh-air-experienced mind.
Finally, out of the daDismal corner and into the light. Woohoo! indeed.
Here it is…my earth-shattering, man-this-feels-big time happy story.
BLUEBIRDS OF HAPPINESS:
Early in the spring, I’d spotted a nestbox that had fallen off its fencepost into the ditch along the highway.
(Years ago someone put up bluebird nestboxes—that’s why these birds always come back here—they’re coming home.)
I pulled onto the gravel shoulder, rummaged around in the back of the SUV for something to use as a hammer (small shovel would do) and a length of heavy old wire…I was good to go.
After plonking and adjusting, twisting and shovel-hammering, the nest box was back up, wired onto the post, a little off kilter but secure.
Then I waited. Day after day I watched. I waited some more.
Suddenly, they showed up.
Driving by, I notice mercurial streaks of color first.
“What was that?”
“There! No There! Over there—Yes, there!”
It’s the most amazing thing. A streak of high octane blue illuminates an already clear blue spring sky.
I spy a nimble little beauty flicking sparks of this high octane blue as his calling card…one deliciously bright he-man bluebird has arrived.
Each day, I slowly drive past the row of nestboxes. Hoping to catch the male sitting still, taking a break from his primping and preening in between scooping up insects from the grassy field, my patience is rewarded. Better yet, his mate sits close by. I’m thrilled. Elated. Calmed. They’re back.
Today there are 2 pair of bluebirds nesting along the highway…fencepost neighbours, so to speak. They dart and spark the sky.
I swear I inhale happiness at the sight of them.
Sometimes I wish they were around all year long, streaks of cheer to watch in the dead cold of winter. How selfish is that? Nope, my life is richer, more exciting when I allow room for the anticipation of their return each and every spring.
Is today the day? Maybe tomorrow? Any box need fixing before they get here? I can do that.
My bluebirds of happiness may be small potatoes in the scheme of things…hardly Earth Shattering, until I realize that this infusion of Blue Joy is oozing from my inside out. It spills out of me, onto and into everything around. Ho-hum normal is effortlessly blasted into a moment of Happy—big time happy.
A single bluebird sighting binds me to the Ah-Ha. I catch my breath. Time stops. I am NOW.
Tell me that isn’t Earth Shattering, even for a moment? When did you last stop time?
I’d love to hear about your ‘bluebird of happiness?’ Really.
Add your voice to mine.
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Wanna Live More? Laugh More? Love More? When I’m not watching bluebirds or shovel-hammering nestboxes, I like to help others get real and find freedom…the kind that comes from being connected to central self.
Check out my site and blog at dawnkotzer.com. Certified Creativity Coach, Martha Beck Certified Life Coach, Artist, Student of Curiosities.