The bird that flew into my window

During meditation this morning, I opened my eyes for a moment and saw a small bird perch onto the potted plant next to the window. She stopped, and looked in the direction of me as I was behind the other side of the window in the living room.

I quietened my breathing and remained still so that I wouldn’t frighten her away. After a turn of her head she flew her little body into the window a couple of feet away, and after the collision she flew back in the opposite direction onto the ground below.

I wondered if she was ok. She moved around the ground for a few more seconds, flew onto the bush and off she went again, leaving me to return to my meditation in the stillness of my home.

I ponder the effect of this encounter upon me: I wanted the creature to be with me for as long as possible. I wanted to connect with her, to love her, to embrace her, to be one with her.

I give thanks for meeting my little friend this morning and I open myself up to go deeper, higher, and stronger. I ‘burst out in praise’ from the depth of my soul.