I have this thing – there are yellow birds in my neighborhood. Sometimes. And they make me smile. Always. They are so beautiful and pretty. Yes both.
I don’t see them that often and when I do, as I said, I smile. I feel like life is good. Great even. I know that I feel that life is great because I’ve decided that they mean that life is great – but I feel like life is great anyway. Maybe it’s because I see them so seldom and I feel favored when I do. Like someone is showering a smile and unending love upon me. Maybe it’s just because they’re pretty.
The other day I was walking into town, to meet someone for a networking coffee, and I was wondering if I should reach out to announce my blog. Should I post it on Facebook? Should I ask people to read it? Should I reach out to authors I know, and people who know authors I know, and ask them to read and endorse my manuscript?
I knew it was something I “had” to do to promote the book. I knew that I needed a “platform” in order to better sell the book. I needed to be big – bigger than I am. To have followers and potential readers. And I knew that I want to publish and sell my book…but somehow I was scared to reach out to ask. I didn’t (and don’t) want to impose. I didn’t (and don’t) want to make people uncomfortable. I didn’t (and don’t) want to make it seem like I was all about me. Even though, in many ways, my book is all about me – it’s a memoir after all – I like to think that it’s not, and I’m not, only all about me.
So I was walking into town, wondering if I should email and ask or if I should wait (or if I should wait indefinitely) – and a yellow bird flew right in front of me. Right across my path. I smiled. I whooped inside. And I decided that the universe was telling me to go ahead and to keep going ahead.
Those yellow birds. I feel lucky when I see them. I feel blessed. I feel not alone, and I feel as if the world is mine for the picking. Because it is I guess – the world is mine for the picking. It’s all a frame of mind. I can choose to see the yellow birds as yellow birds, or I can choose to see them as beautiful signs from the universe that All is Well. And that’s my choice. I love my beautiful yellow birds.
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I love these “yellow bird” signs for we each have them in our own way. <My challenge is responding positively to them and not leting fear get in the way. Still, "the birds" will return until we are ready to act.
So great to hear from you – and thank you for sharing that with me! xx
Those yellow birds are golden finches and my favorite too. How they fly up and down with the chirp, chirp, chirp. I can hear them often before I see them. They are carriers of my joy. Lisa, are you a follower of Christ?
I love how they fly up and down…and how they look (as you know). They are also my carriers of joy.
And I would have to say that I believe in the goodness of the Universe and in love, but I follow no organized religion anymore.