The beautiful blue orb

Today's a good day. Another one! I feel fine. Nothing aches. Of course, I haven't been able to fly around as much lately so I haven't crashed into anything.

I have to chuckle when I think of how wild feeling I get when I fly from the living room to the kitchen around the dining area and down the hall back to the living room. I get a little carried away and bang into the ceiling or wall. So I usually have a nick or two in my feathers. I love the feeling, love love love it.

But it's back to work for me. I've got a nice box in my cage filled with soft foam and cloth. I made it better myself, with paper clips and twist ties and bits of stuff I find on my rounds. And then this week there appeared, like magic, in my nest a most beautiful blue orb. It is my duty to sit on this orb, to warm and protect it, so I don't fly as much as ususal.

I am steadfast in my job. This blue marbled orb will be cherished and protected by me. I am forced off of the nest twice a day so I do get to eat and stretch some. But I love the orb, love love love it. I will care for it with great devotion.

It is so good to have a goal. Without a goal, how do you know where you're going? What direction will you take?

I'm going back to the nest to sit on my lovely, lovely orb.

I'm a Lucky Dove

It's good to greet the morning. Each morning, I like to bow and coo to my food dish, my water dish, and the bird in the mirror. Then I jump from my cage to the window sill where I spend a lot of time greeting the thermometer. It's great exercise, bowing and cooing. And each coo means the name of a soul I love. Each time I speak the name of a soul I love, it is because I want God to bless them. So it's a prayer, too. Now I have a great attitude and I'm ready to start the day!!
I really am a lucky dove. I have my own large cage and the door is always open so I can hop onto my wide windowsill and watch those birds in the cold water birdbath. I much prefer my baths in the kitchen window in a nice soup bowl.
I have a big perch attached to the ceiling. Well, it really has five big blade perches. I jump from one to another. It's my favorite place to get high. I'm an only bird. I have two dogs who got well-behaved once they figured out who was in charge. Life is really good.
Of course, I could moan a little about how I don't have a boyfriend, I never get to fly free outside, and it's noisy sometimes when I try to sleep. But why would I have an attitude like that? I can't figure out why looking at the stuff that makes you unhappy is a good thing. Can't do nothing about it, no sense getting worked up over nothing. Look at all the good stuff in my life!
It's all we can change, you know. Our own attitude.
Unhappy with your mate? Well, your not going to change him. You've tried, haven't you? Try changing your attitude. Does he drop his socks in the living room and leave them? Have you screamed and yelled and scolded and still no result? Why not just pick them up yourself? Be glad he has feet. It's easier to change your attitude than waste all that anger energy. (Oh, and OF COURSE he should pick up his socks. That's rude. But you need to pick your battles and this hardly seems worth it.)
Just remember, life is not about what happens to us. It's about how we handle it.

Dove Soup

I love to meditate in a lovely, warm bath.

Some days you have to be good to yourself. If you don't take care of yourself, who will?

Why, no one, of course! And then what would they do if you weren't here?

So if you're taking care of your kids, if you're doing without shoes so they can have ipods, what you teach them is to go without shoes themselves.

So give your kids a break! Take care of yourself!