Wandering...just wandering

  As I hike the hillside in the early morn, a billion things are floating about the brain.  Here lately, things are a jumble of "not so good".  Don't get me wrong, nothing is devastating but there are "those" billion things that shift around just enough to be aggravating.  Stress is not a fun thing.  Someone once said "Not all those who wander are lost."  It is true.  Some of us merely wander aimlessly to collect thoughts along the way.  The voices riding beneath the trees sometimes can bring great solace.  Their bits of wisdom put things in perspective when life throws it askew.

  One of those voices came to me by way of a small bird.  A Carolina wren was perched in a dead mimosa tree.  It was singing the sweetest, "come hither" melody that ever was heard.  Music echoed through the trees. The bird was calling its brood that fledged a few days ago.  The little ones all gather back at the nest site at night but then at the crack of dawn they flit about searching for breakfast.  The bird singing was a comfort to my weary mind.  "Come hither and I shall protect you."

  Carolina wrens are tiny birds that are huge with personality.  While they are normally shy, once they know you, they are quick to trust you.  These birds will nest in sheds or porches without fear of humans.  My sweet friends nest in the greenhouse where I work every day.  Not once have they shown fear.  They use my presence to "protect" them and bring comfort.  This morning, the bird turned the tables and brought peace to my weary soul.