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This is a blog post that I wrote over 18 months ago for my own blog.  I’ve been thinking about this of late when I watch the birds fly south for the winter and witness the heights that my life has reached of late.  So I wanted to share it with you too, our dear Druydical brothers and sisters…

I often take a walk with the kiddies through Old Čulinec. Old Čulinec is a picturesque little suburb adjacent to ours with lots of cottages and farms and very little traffic. It’s a wonderful place where the kiddies can see chickens, ducks, turkeys, even cows up close and where we can all breath in some fresh air.

I came across a baby bird in the middle of the road

I came across a baby bird in the middle of the road. What are we going to do? - I thought

About a year ago, while we were walking there we came across a baby bird in the middle of the road. It wasn’t moving so we assumed it was dead. To our surprise, when we approached it, we realized it wasn’t dead at all, rather, seemingly unable to fly. It wasn’t even walking, it was just sitting there lifeless, one could almost say resigned to its fate – that it would be stuck there forever, never to be able to fly, most probably to be run over by the next car. Now, being the person I am, I couldn’t just leave it there. I thought, what are we going to do? So I picked it up and threw it into the air, literally threw it into the air. And lo and behold, it flew. It flew right up to the nearest tree. And what a beautiful sight it was, watching it fly, striving to what its destiny really was – to fly, to live, to be.

That’s exactly how I felt when I first talked to Du about a month ago and how I always feel when I talk with or email him. This is a man that once said “I think people are going to write wonderful songs for you, with specifically you in mind.” Or “your wings are like the heavens.” I cried when I read that in his email. Who wouldn’t?

It’s funny how silly and banal our first encounter was. But boy, what did it lead to. He approached me at choir and started some small talk with me. How are ya? What ya up to? Blah, blah. Anything but deep and meaningful or life changing, just small talk. But then the conversation took a turn:

“So, Knitting Songbird, what do you do in life?”

“Well, I work at ‘The Firm’, but it’s not really what I want to do.”

“What is it you want to do?”

“This is a bit embarrassing, at my age and having the evidently dream job I have, but what I want to do more than anything is sing.”

“Sing?”

(I laugh) “Yeah, sing.”

And with absolutely no qualms he says “Then we have to record you.”

And that was that. Du gave me wings where other people have tried to clip them, to prevent me from flying, to keep me caged rather than do what I truly believe my destiny is: to fly, to live, to be. God bless him.

4 Comments

  1. What an absolutely wonderful story Mary. I am glad for you to see that you are following your destiny and dreams. So many people just sit there like the bird not knowing what will become of them in the future, whether they will be “run over” or if some sort of savior will rescue them. I have seen a better more fullfilling path to follow, yet I am afraid to take the next step. However, you, your music and Druyd are inspirational forces which are opening my eyes to see that anything is possible and I thank you and your fellow Druyd members for the positive infuence.

    Take care.

  2. BlackMary says:

    I always try to go by the words of Thoreau – “Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you have imagined.” Anything is possible, Zack, nothing is impossible…

    Take care too and hope to talk soon!

  3. Hello Mary

    I’ve been taking a look at this all. I’m going to save this web in favourites to come back and read carefully.
    My best wishes for you.

  4. BlackMary says:

    Diablo, dear Diablo! You are one of those friends I wrote about on Facebook yesterday – “A friend is one who believes in you when you have ceased to believe in yourself.” Thanks, as always, for your support.

    Talk soon, cuidar de sí mismo (that’s how Google translated “take care”. Have to brush up on my Spanish skills so I can read your blog:)