When did we lose our thick fur coats?
When was it a problem to sit and bask in the rain?
The elements now of which we are so afraid.
Tamed in our shelters.
Four walls that have eroded our resilience...
Our ability to live with the Earth,
Embracing her seasons on our skin.
As I watch a little blackbird from my window,
Perched on the fence singing in the storm.
I find myself jealous of his waterproof black glossy feathers and just simple free thought.
The little blackbird does not think of himself, controlled by ego or awareness of how he may be perceived..just living and survival of his fleet.
In these stone walls thoughts of myself prevent me from sitting and singing in the rain.
