This morning I woke up to the soothing solos of the free birds outside and it got me thinking…
- If I fill my bird feeders and my cat murders the birds…am I baiting them for the kill?
- “The woods would be very silent if only the best birds were singing.”
- I wonder where the metal band rocking birds sing.
With that last thought I had to wake up because that REALLY got me thinking. I started imagining the music of the metal-head birds, where they would live AND what kind of birds they would be.
Penguins are obviously the orchestra type. I mean their tuxedos give that away. As much as I’d love it to be flamingos their beach vibe makes me believe that they are reggae all the way. Crows must be the death metal. Eagles are probably American Freedom genre.
If I had to guess where the metal band rocking birds lived it would probably be in cages in suburbia. If you’ve ever seen a cockatoo, pacing it’s perch, head banging, you catch my drift.
Regardless of where they live, if they were in the wild they would definitely find each other creating little metal communities. The jungle probably has the BEST live music.
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Your vibe attracts your tribe.
If you don’t have a tribe either find one or start one.
Everything on this planet is designed to be here, including you. You have a purpose and a place.
Maybe it’s not always easy knowing exactly where that is, but it exists; just like the metal band rocking birds – you just have to find it or create it.
Much love,
Jes xoxo
P.S. yes, my brain really works like this…scattered, outside of the box and together all at the same time.