I was watching birds playing on a wire and wondering if that is as fun as it looks. Sitting there all lined up, chatting to each other about the weather, worms and the state of their nests. The younger birds flying around each other, getting told off by the mums.
Later in the day they might go and look for food and shelter in a tree if it’s raining. Apart from the occasional run in with a bird of prey, and worrying about whether the feathers they have lined their nests with will be warm enough, their lives don’t get much more complicated than that. Strangely enough, they seem to like it.
I have been lately emptying my own nest of unnecessary feathers. I find more and more that possessions are no longer something I want. What can I do with them? Can I use them to make myself feel better. Unlikely. Are they going to aid me in conversations I will have with people? No. Will they be there to hold my hand in the hard times, and to celebrate in the good? No.
What we have forgotten is, that that is what we have each other for. Possessions will never replace that. And the more possessions we put in our lives, the more we move away from being who we really are.
Be thankful and take to the wing!