Here's the deal: I was walking through the parking lot of Central Market's West Gate location, in awe of all the grackles. Masses of them. Everywhere. And so loud I couldn't even sit outside to talk on the phone. As I walked to my car, I thought a little bit about how I should probably avoid walking under the trees that they were all perched in. I made it to my car safely, but then I thought I'd dropped something on my way. So I got out of my car to look for it, retracing some of my steps. No luck. Unless what happened next was lucky! And I choose to believe it was.
Just as I was almost back at my car, safe inside, "SPLAT!" All over my right upper arm. My eyes widened as I stared down in amazement. Time stood still for a moment, before I burst out in laughter. And then I had to get it off of me; it was starting to drip! The store was too far away though, so I walked a few feet to my car, looked inside. No napkins or tissues or towels. But there was a receipt, a long one luckily, so I used that to wipe it off. I didn't want to risk getting shit on again, so instead of walking back to the store's bathroom to wash off, I drove back to AOMA, the acupuncture school where I'd been all day and was about to take one last qigong class before going home for the night.
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| This is a grackle. |
So, why was this such a great thing? Because of the timing. I was thinking about this beautiful, but currently unavailable, man who came into my life this summer, this new friend with whom I resonate so deeply. And just as I was asking what the future may hold, if anything at all, that's when it happened. So no matter how I interpret this, it makes me smile. And there are multiple options for my meaning-making pleasure:
1) Luck is in your future! (Because bird poop is lucky, right? ;))
2) Forget about the future; you're just lucky he's in your life now.
3) Your future is full of shit! Just a bunch of crap.
4) Forget about the future; this unavailability thing, in the here and now, it sucks.
5) Snap out of it and stop questioning!
It hasn't even been 24 hours yet, but I have a feeling that this actually is going to
help me stop questioning and instead accept and enjoy the here and now. It kind of reminds me of when my friend Mungasulwa said, "There is no thought worth thinking about." It short circuits my brain and makes me laugh instead of question. It brings a sense of peace. Letting go. Just being present and enjoying the moment. I know it sounds strange, but I think that's sort of what this sensory memory of the bird shit is going to be like for me. And it can apply to all sorts of needless thoughts and questioning, not just regarding my love life. So thank you, bird, wherever you are! Thank you, Divine Timing and Divine Right Action! ;) Life is good.
Other than that I can't get this Kate Nash song out of my head! At least it's not one of her super negative and/or codependent love songs. I actually like this one; it's sweet. And you can listen to it by clicking on the title....
Birds
She was waiting at the station
He was getting off the train
He didn't have a ticket
So he had to bum through the barriers again
Well the ticket inspector saw him rushing through
He said "girl you don't know how much I missed you but
We'd better run 'cause I haven't got the funds to pay this fine."
She said "fine"
Well so they ran out of the station and jumped onto a bus
With two of yesterdays travel cards and two bottles of bud
And he said "you look well nice"
Well she was wearing a skirt
And he thought she looked nice
And yes, she didn't really care about anything else
'Cause she only wanted him to think that she looked nice
And he did
But he was looking at her, yeah all funny in the eye
She said "come on boy tell me what you're thinking
Now don't be shy."
He said alright, "I'll try
All the stars up in the sky
And the leaves in the trees
All the broken bits that make you jump up
And grassy bits in between
All the matter in the world is how much I like you."
She said "what?"
He said "let me try and explain again
"Right, birds can fly so high
And they can shit on your head
And they can almost fly into your eye
And make you feel so scared.
But when you look at them
And you see that they're beautiful
That's how I feel about you
Right birds can fly so high
And they can shit on your head,
And they can almost fly into your eye
And make you feel well scared
But when you look at them
And you see that they're beautiful
That's how I feel about you
Yeah that's how I feel about you."
She said "what?"
He said "you"
She said "what are you talking about?"
He said "you"
Right birds can fly so high
And they can shit on your head
And they can almost fly into your eye
And make you feel so scared.
But when you look at them
And you see that they're beautiful
That's how I feel about you
Right birds can fly so high
And they can shit on your head
And they can almost fly into your eye
And make you feel well scared.
But when you look at them
And you see that they're beautiful
That's how I feel about you
Right, that's how I feel about you
She said "thanks, I like you too"
He said "cool"
He was getting off the train
He didn't have a ticket
So he had to bum through the barriers again
Well the ticket inspector saw him rushing through
He said "girl you don't know how much I missed you but
We'd better run 'cause I haven't got the funds to pay this fine."
She said "fine"
Well so they ran out of the station and jumped onto a bus
With two of yesterdays travel cards and two bottles of bud
And he said "you look well nice"
Well she was wearing a skirt
And he thought she looked nice
And yes, she didn't really care about anything else
'Cause she only wanted him to think that she looked nice
And he did
But he was looking at her, yeah all funny in the eye
She said "come on boy tell me what you're thinking
Now don't be shy."
He said alright, "I'll try
All the stars up in the sky
And the leaves in the trees
All the broken bits that make you jump up
And grassy bits in between
All the matter in the world is how much I like you."
She said "what?"
He said "let me try and explain again
"Right, birds can fly so high
And they can shit on your head
And they can almost fly into your eye
And make you feel so scared.
But when you look at them
And you see that they're beautiful
That's how I feel about you
Right birds can fly so high
And they can shit on your head,
And they can almost fly into your eye
And make you feel well scared
But when you look at them
And you see that they're beautiful
That's how I feel about you
Yeah that's how I feel about you."
She said "what?"
He said "you"
She said "what are you talking about?"
He said "you"
Right birds can fly so high
And they can shit on your head
And they can almost fly into your eye
And make you feel so scared.
But when you look at them
And you see that they're beautiful
That's how I feel about you
Right birds can fly so high
And they can shit on your head
And they can almost fly into your eye
And make you feel well scared.
But when you look at them
And you see that they're beautiful
That's how I feel about you
Right, that's how I feel about you
She said "thanks, I like you too"
He said "cool"
-Kate Nash
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