Follow the Flow…

This weekend…my bubbling rock…wasn’t…bubbling…in fact…it was…gurgling…and…gasping…which…it tends to do when it’s tank is empty…and…it gets empty every so often…usually when migrating birds have been through in large numbers…but…they hadn’t…and it had just rained…so…I found it a bit odd…

But…I got the watering can…and began to water it…it started a weak bubble with the first gallon…but…I knew it’s a large reservoir…so…I kept going back…after several trips…Bertha…mentioned…

Follow the flow of the water

I thought that was a little strange…I mean…the water bubbles out of the hole at the top of the rock…goes down the rock…then…back into the tank…still…my eyes…traced the flow…

And…interestingly…there was a clump of leaves at the base of the rock…instead of the water returning to the tank…it was hitting the leaves…and…flowing right over the edge…into the dry creek…

Since she had my attention…Bertha…took the opportunity…to tell me that it reminded her of my life…

In particular…she brought up…anger…reminding me…that when I am angry…quite often…the event…that on the surface appears to be the source…isn’t…

And…I should follow the flow of the anger…look…deep inside…and…see…where leaves have clumped…where…there’s a hurt that needs to be healed…

Then…do the work…clean out the junk…

She went on to say…that I should…mentally…thank the source of my anger…for helping me to heal…

Jane

Birdhouse for Sale…Owner Financing…

Yesterday…was the first day that I was able to sit outside…in my Granny’s rocker…to eat breakfast…now…I don’t know about you…but I happen to think that oatmeal tastes even better…when eaten on the porch…

I was amazed…although I shouldn’t be…it happens every year at this time…that in seemingly only a couple of days…the birds were out in full force…the squirrels were back…playing hopscotch on the fence…drinking out of the bubbling rock…scampering across the yard…

And…there was a bluebird couple checking out the little house on the fence…the one I precariously placed there a couple of years ago…ignoring my broken arm…only to have it remain empty…nary a bluebird in sight…

Anyway…this couple checked it out for quite some time…first the male came…he fluttered all around it…he perched on the roof…he poked his head inside…the fluttered around…sat on the fence…perched on the roof…poked his head inside…flew away…came back…did it all again…several times…then…along came his mate…interestingly…she came up behind him as he was having a peek…pushing him inside so she could get her head in…then…she fluttered around…perched on the roof…well…you get the picture…

Then…they left…not sure if they’ll move in or not…I would have loved to hang around to see what happened next…but my bowl was empty and other things were calling me…

Bertha…in all her wisdom…and from watching many HGTV programs…did point out…that it would appear…that the woman still has the final say…even in birdhouse shopping…

Jane