I am finding it increasingly hard to focus on the smaller things (like I used to do) with all of the changes in my life. It is funny, we always hear about people looking at their hero figures, envying them, but you always hear the same story when those who envied their heros reaching that level. The grass is always greener on the other side.
But this is is not always bad. Change always feels worse than it really is.
And that was when this small Cape Canary flew down in front of me, collecting various small debry for its home...
It is a classic exercise in ancient Greek philosophy. Think about your life from above, in space, your world and all of its worries look so small. Think about your own death, and realise what you have. These exercises try to show one thing: your worries is so small, so why worry about them?
It is not an argument for stagnation, but rather to show that why worry about life when you can just live it to the fullest?
And are these traits not embodied by the birds, the smallest creatures? They always just live, carrying on. Nothing troubles them. They always find material for their homes, they always seem to make it. For the birds we say in my home language (directly translated) which is sometimes used as an insult. But it speaks some truth, as the birds seem to have figured it out: why worry, just keep on birding...
And so, even in the moment I felt overwhelmed life showed me again to take it slowly, to rethink the moment. To live in the moment, to learn from the small bird that everything will be fine.
For nature is our ultimate teacher.
As the small bird turned its back on me, I felt a strange calmness.
This is well.
For now, happy birding and keep well.
All of the musings are my own. All of the photographs are my own, taken with my Nikon D300.