Welcome to a bird meditation.
Let's have some therapeutic fun,
Switching off and connecting to birds.
So please sit back or lay down and take a very deep deep breath in and release and relax,
Closing your eyes and just focus on the next three breaths of oxygen going into the body.
With the eyes closed let's connect to birds.
Here is one of my little rhymes about them.
Feed the birds are such simple words,
Though to do it is beyond a chore.
For that split second I do it my heart soars.
A loving and caring but most of all sharing.
A thank you for your companion of songs.
Songs I will only hear from you.
From a dawn chorus to the end of day two.
Sweet songs that come with beauty on wings and dainty eyes,
Feather tails and legs so thin.
How you dance as well between your flights of feet.
My eyes dance with you fast and still it seems.
And to watch you a little longer may lead to a laugh.
For birds love water to drink and water to bath.
The water fills the air at a frantic speed,
Thrown off your wings,
Your bellies with lightness of ease.
Even your quarrels amongst each other have human traits of father,
Mother,
Sister and brother.
And how close at times you are to me.
But on your alert in case you get hurt is the only reason that this should be.
For humans are complicated and you are not.
But you give us hope to untie that knot.
Feed the birds are such simple words.
For that split second I do it my heart soars.
Now garden birds are loved by many and often deeply touch our hearts.
With one famous one indeed the Robin.
The Robin on just about every Christmas card.
But there are many more that we take a liking to.
So begin to picture in your mind a bird or even a few for they do flock together.
And put this into your heart.
Allow yourself to naturally smile.
What must it be like being born a bird waiting in that delicate egg shell.
Though beautifully designed by Mother Nature to remain intact for the oval egg shape is a supreme shape.
Looks lovely and rarely breaks.
But the bird within will break the shell.
And feeling that moment of breaking out.
Nesting with your fellow mates and fed till all your feathers have grown.
Way up high in a very tall tree.
Listening to all the other birds.
And the day that the eyes open.
For the birds eyes open and begins to see.
All the other birds flying through the air.
With their fine colors.
Beauty on wings.
And the day you take your first flight.
The sky is limitless.
And once you have mastered and understood the seasons the nature of the winds.
Learning but it is in your gene to fly.
To survive.
To sing your heart.
The making that new home belonging to a new flock of young birds.
Noticing how humans look like giants.
Walking into the garden.
That they seem to love to look after.
But it is the birds that really benefit from these gorgeous gardens.
For the birds we love and breathe the outdoors.
Through each season.
Sleeping under the stars.
Sheltering from the rains.
For we know where to find the perfect spot.
And trees will remain as giants and homes to us all.
Some birds will fly around the world.
To hotter countries.
Or back to their roots.
And often mating season.
Is when certain species will gather.
To protect for there is strength in numbers.
And the catching of the early worm.
For days start early.
For we are ruled by daylight the sun.
And our clock is the moon.
Though some like the moon.
For the owl will glide silently through the night.
Without a single sound.
Some birds and most mate for life.
And their courtship is carried through an endless time and tradition.
What wonderful colours.
What wonderful feathers.
And costumes the males do have.
For birds of paradise look like fancy hats.
And rocky mountains and the saw of a golden eagle.
With a wind span of metres.
As tall as a human.
With a vision.
An eyeball that sees over a great distance.
Almost paramount.
Taking in nearly all of the world.
I love the geese.
And that cry that song.
Before you see them.
And the pointed V.
As the giant birds at great height.
Cruise the sky.
Over day and night.
Leaving through the seasons.
Making all the people stretch their heads high.
To look in wonder of this painted sky of geese.
Water baths.
For feathers need a wash.
A dipping and bobbing.
And far away in America.
The bluebird.
As blue as can be.
Is at the water fountain.
That belongs to that garden.
Who loves the bluebird just as much as me.
And lastly your voice.
For you sing.
And how you sing is so sweet.
And exciting.
And carried in the air.
For everyone can hear you.
You wake everybody up.
And at night.
Singing a good night's song.
Before departing to sleep.
In that nest.
Remembering.
How night time is.
Full of peace.
For everything seems to stop.
And as the time flies by in a sense.
Being aware.
That through the seasons of the year.
How you naturally.
Completely.
Follow that sun.
To feel that first ray of light.
To feel the temperature rise and rise.
And to join everybody else.
Singing your heart out.
Opening all of you.
Opening the mouth the wings.
And the complete.
Compulsion.
To lift.
And rise.
And simply fly.
To fly and be amongst all of you.
Flying on the wind.
Kissing the sun ray.
For you are the first ones to do this.
In a way each day is a celebration.
Celebrating life.
And to celebrate the sun.
For this is a big part of being the bird.
Now birds are extremely light.
Simply because of the way they are made.
And all those wonderful feathers.
So just connecting.
Allowing yourself to feel totally light.
To feel the comfort the connection of feathers.
To feel that you can rise.
And our voices that love to communicate.
And that in a sense we all can sing.
And the connection to green of nature.
And the connection of blue to the sky.
A world with birds is simply beautiful.
Finishing now with feeling feeling light.
Feeling dainty.
And feeling beautiful.
Let's reawake and come back to the here and now.
At the count of three.
One.
Two.
Three.
Wide awake.
Waking up.
Eyes open.
Feeling wonderful.
