A Little Bird Me Told Me So

Once upon a time there was a bird who sent a message to a human.  That human sent a message back, and then to other humans with the help of the bird.  

📷 Lane Jackman on unsplash

Soon birds were flying everywhere, sending so-and-so and you-know-who a message about this-and-that and so-called-breaking-news.

All was a flutter, as one human tried to run the bird business, then passed it on to another human, and so on.

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For years the birds were busy, flying high and low, with experts, posers, and common humans sharing their opinions, their views, sometimes sharing something worthwhile, or even nice!

If a human didn’t like a particular other human, they could ask the bird to stop them from seeing the message.  Many humans could actually block or mute those humans they didn’t want to bother with.  All seemed fairly well.

Until…..

One day a certain human manager took over, bragging about how he could control all speech, and he even dared to call it “free” speech.  He had kept throwing ideas about what he would do with the bird messengers.  Many birds were dismissed, as the new manager stopped feeding them just like that!  The rest of the birds got a bit nervous, as did the humans who relied on them for their messages to be sent and received, so they went hunting for safer communities.

Out of the blue, the new manager decided he wanted money from as many of these humans as he could get, and in what can be seen as a projection of his own egomania, he decided to charge eight dollars for a special mark to be put on their message, so they could appear significant.  But this was the same mark that was used all along bestowed to verified people, like government officials, reporters, companies, so the public would know they were the real deal.  

📷 flockine on pixabay

But now the new manager decided to sell the mark to anyone.  Feathers started flying, cages were rattling, eggs splattered (some was even dripping off the new manager’s face!)  People couldn’t tell who was real anymore.  Bad actors came aboard with their purchased mark, and pretended to be the real verified humans.  Some of their messages were funny, some dirty, cruel, some totally misleading.  But there it was - total chaos. That was “free” speech for a price.

The fate of the birds is yet to be seen.  Beware:  birds of a feather sometimes can’t flock together!                  Theresa M


A bird does not sing because it has an answer.

A bird sings because it has a song. - Chinese Proverb


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Leftover Leaves

I stood under the giant black walnut tree on one warm October afternoon.  The breeze moved the leaves into the air, and as they came gently falling, I tried to catch them.  I felt like a little child, and laughed.  I’ve done this before, I thought, in the rain.  I’ve done this in the snow.  Leaves, raindrops and snow falling from the heavens is such a delight.


📷 my pic


Just a few days prior I had my annual battle with raking and bagging the nasty black walnuts rotting all over my lawn.  Did it all in one day this time, and it wasn’t really too bad a chore.  The leaves have all turned yellow, and I can see the beautiful blue sky beyond it.  So today I enjoyed what is left of this black walnut tree.  Instead of focusing on the labor I have to go through every year, I focus on the beauty of leftover leaves.


The beauty of life is all around. The trees, the sky, the rain and the snow.  Sunsets and twinkling stars.  Birds and squirrels chattering, preparing themselves for the winter.


📷 birds feeding - my pic


November here is kind of a solemn month.  After the festivities of autumn in October, the nights get a bit longer.  The clouds get a little drearier.  Naked trees have no choice but to wait patiently for time to pass before they can once again clothe themselves in lustrous greens.


As time moves slowly, it moves just as quickly too.  With holidays approaching, people make their plans, run around to get this and that and push their way into the future in such a hurry in order to get it all over with.  Silly people, wishing their lives away.


We could all learn from the trees.  Be patient.  Time moves on by anyway.        Theresa M


my watercolor A Fall Evening, 1993