the songs that birds sing.
This morning, very early, I went out into a foggy day to see the sky and feel my feet on the ground. I heard a birdsong. It was a strong and familiar sound that I’ve not heard since who knows when. Immeidately, I was transported to days when I was a child and other ways of thinking.
That bird was doing what that bird does, and doing it well.
I’m glad I heard that particular bird today.
I’ll be thinking about that birdsong all day. What makes the birdsong of a business or a life?
The thrum of positive intention that pervades all we do.
Hi Liz
Dare I say it again? Birds do what birds do best- ergo businesses should keep doing what they do best. Yeap, that old ‘hedge-hog’ concept again 😉
The trick is of course to find out what your business is best at – that’s the hardest part of us thinking humans versus the ‘natural’ birds. But once you do find out it becomes ‘second nature’ 😉
Karin H. (keep It Simple Sweetheart, specially in business)
Hi Amy!
Yeah, it’s lovely when we listen to our own song. 🙂
Hey Karin!
We can never be reminded of that hedgehog enough! Staying on our own best path is a good thing to keep thinking about. Keep on bringing it up! 🙂
“What makes the birdsong of a business or a life?”
Listening.
You can’t sing your song unless you’re in tune with those around you.
Birds and children don’t think much about restrictions to what they can ‘sing’ – so they just go ahead and do it to the best of their abilities and for their enjoyment, without judgment…
me? i sing out loud in the car and pray that noone can hear me, and yet when I am doing that I feel like I haven’t a care in the world, and that being expressed is what being me is all about
You know, Liz, I always enjoy reading your posts. They are always with filled with light and sometimes I wish I saw the world through your eyes.
I have not gotten the exact song down yet for my life, but I am close! It seems to me that it is easier to hear the song in your own head if first you stop listening to everyone else’s. Thanks for giving me something positive to think on today.
Hi Ria!
Listening is so important — listening inside and out. You made me realize that you also can’t sing your song unless you’re in tune with yourself as well. 🙂
Hi Ray!
Some folks don’t think of what chickens do as singing . . . but I bet other chickens hear the music quite well. We need to appreciate our own music. Thanks for letting us chickens get our songs on the charts. 🙂
Hi Mother Earth,
I have a sign that says, “All poetry is prayer.” I think all singing is too. 🙂
Sing your life’s song as loudly as you can. 🙂
Hi Tim!
I’m almost glad I didn’t get to this until this morning. The thought that we can’t hear own song unless we stop listening to everyone else’s is one I needed to start my day.
Thanks for bringing me those words.
Everyone’s music is so beautiful, sometimes it’s hard to even remember I have my own. 🙂
We have a pair of redtail hawks in our neighborhood. When we moved in last year, they were always circling over our roof. We figured out that they were feeding on baby squirrels in a nest in one of our trees. They are back now but seem to be hanging out a couple of houses over from us. We hear them screaming and screeching their songs all the time. If we listen closely and the breeze is just right, we can tell if it is the mama or the papa singing from tree to tree as they communicate with each other. I am sure that their voices sound musical to each other. At any rate, they command a lot of attention.