The little bird sitting on the branch outside Zela’s window reminded her of nothing so much as a ball of fluff. It had come to serenade her every morning for the past few weeks. She’d never seen one quite as pretty, she decided, as she scattered birdseed onto the ground below.
The first morning, she had frightened the bird off when she had opened the window to feed it. Hoping for its return the next day, she opened the window as soon as she came downstairs in the morning.
Sure enough, it arrived at the same time and, Zela thought, encouraged by the birdseed, continued to return each morning, serenading her before flying down from the branch to eat her offering.
Where Fluff (She had named the bird on its third visit to her window.), flew off to after their daily ritual, Zela had no idea. She was content merely to sip her morning tea, letting the birdsong soothe her body and mind before embarking on her busy day, her feelings of stress no longer mounting as they had before her little friend had first begun to sing for her.
I was, again, experimenting with different types of prompts and created a few fluffy little birds. This one spoke to me, so I created a story for him (or her or they, as the case may be).
This story makes me think of a quote from mindfulness teacher Jon-Kabat Zinn. He said, “The little things? The little moments? They aren’t little.” Cherish the little moments in your life. In truth, they’re probably the most important to your sense of well-being.
What a lovely story. Birdsong is why I refuse to wear headphones when I walk. There's something so simple in their music, almost as if they're singing to us, to wake us up to the beauty that surrounds us. I imagine the call of the red winged blackbird by the lake calls spring into being and the call of the robin in the woods reminds us of where we began. 🥰