The RED BIRD

A Story about Rose the Bird


I came home from work and went out to walk Sasha for the evening, there this little bird sat still as can be right in front of the door. I wasn’t sure if it was real or not so I walked a little closer…still couldn’t tell. 

It was cold out. I decided to go in and forget about it. Certainly, I thought by the morning she would be gone. Either the wind would blow the artificial bird away or it would fly away if it’s real. 

The next morning, to my surprise the bird was still there sitting in the same place. As I move a little closer, she blinked! I jumped back and said, it is real!  I immediately called over to the maintenance man to come help her…the temperature had dropped to some 28 degrees so I figured she must have been frozen and as my brother Frankie said the bird could not build enough energy or heat to continue on her way.  So, she sat there in that same spot to try to get what little sun she could.  When the maintenance man came over, he picked her up to remove her from in front of the door. She flew just a little and fell back to the ground, this time on top of the cold mulch. I screamed and he said it was okay.  Not to worry. He then said, “she’s dying and to let her be, it’s the circle of life”. 

I refused to believe that, so I ran back to the house to get her a cover, I grab a white towel and my brother Edward suggested I grab some crackers.  I was on the phone with him during this time. Not having much growing up, we were raised to believe in the power of food and shelter. This helps no matter the situation. I crumbled the cracker and covered her up.  Off to work I went. 

As they day went by, I didn’t think much about Rose, the bird, but as soon as the clock struck 5, I rushed home and arrived by 5:20, ran in to grab Sasha for her evening walk and when I made it to the back gate, I raised the towel up and Rose was gone!  She had built up enough energy and flew away.  I will always remember Rose. I only had her for a short time, but I think she will remember me too.

Kathy

Take My Leave

photo of woman walking on grass

As we work towards our goals, (not our dreams) of becoming the person we were truly meant to be, there are so many things that come to mind to help us remember who we once were. These are the times when we jot them down no matter how large or small, how long or short, how light or heavy they may be, we just write.

To put it bluntly, I do not care to be in a relationship with you.  As one would say, I am over it.  You hurt me far too many times.  It is time for me to take my leave. Instead of healthy conversations I am met with anger, frustration and accusations. You do not want me around for me, you want me around for you. For you to use when you want.  You are not the King for me.

 I leave you with this:

The day I met you was fun, they day I fell in love with you was surprising, the day I walk away from you will be healthy.

Somebody’s Queen

A MOMENT

In times of uncertainties, we all need to take that moment to be with our thoughts and feelings. Especially so when we lose someone so dear to us.  The day that a person passes seems to be embedded in our brains and nothing anyone says or does will change that. Having this number is like a blessing sandwiched between two curses. We want to remember and then we don’t. How do we decide on what to do when that very day comes up every single month? Do we avoid it, or do we embrace it? Remembering the day can indeed lift us up or tear us down. The guilt, and the feeling that there is nothing we could have done and then again, just maybe we could have done more, truly leaves us feeling yet stuck in the moment – cemented in the very place we stand. No one internationally hurt you. This is a moment in time that happened, and it is in this very moment that you feel life was taken away from you. Allow yourself to hurt and hurt like hell, but know it is only a moment of the very many moments you have in a day, a week, a month and even in a lifetime. This is a moment that you owe yourself to be alone and there is nothing disrespectful about taking this time for yourself, by yourself. We believe unfortunately that the life we live today, the world we once knew has changed forever, but it hasn’t. It is only a moment in time, no matter how long that may seem. Take the moment, you deserve to be with your loved one. 

Katherine

Healing from the Heart of a Friend

I was told by friend that I am loved. As I introduced the garden to my friend, I thank him for being present with me in the garden. Not physically due to the new norm, but emotionally. When I am with him, I feel a sense of being together, I have no doubt within myself in that moment. He said that I am real and speaks things as I see them. Although I wanted to disagree, I embraced the words that just didn’t sound like any part of me. This is his feeling; I leave him his dignity.

I was told by my friend that I make him laugh. A friend who can make you laugh after telling you he agrees that your flower bed looks like a grave site is a friend indeed. You see, I was trying to be creative by placing stones outside the perimeters of the dirt bed and after a couple of weeks of looking at it, it just never made me feel good. The plant place in the bed is beautiful, a nice Black-Eyed Susie, but the area looked of something sad, so sad that I could no longer bear to look at it and then I realized why, it didn’t make me feel alive. As my heart pulsated, I removed the stones and as each one was place in a different area, I could feel the calmness coming over me.

I was told by my friend, I give meaning to life: A better appreciation for what it means to be living, who says that to a broken soul? Those words were received with much gratitude as they touched my shattered heart, my broken spirit, my incomplete soul, my life. His heart felt words pulled my very being together even if for a brief moment.

A Birthday Conversation Between a Son and His Mother

This young women with elegance and with grace created a world I could embrace. Trials and tribulation like blooming roses last diligently you’ve pruned this world. Gratitude? Insufficient is the word. Bells shall ring to designate this day….The anniversary of a Queen Genesis.

I love you mom

Happy Birthday

Wow! Oh my goodness, I love these words, they are just what I needed to hear on this day! You are truly my child and I love you so much! you have awaken your mother to what it means to live and enjoy life. There were so many years of confusion…thoughts of not only what really is the purpose of life, but whether or not my life had any real purpose. You my child has given me a voice and awakened me on so many levels. I want the world to know that life is great and worth living, never ever let that thought otherwise slip in and steal your joy no matter what tribulations come your way. Know that if you are ever looking for something it just might be right in front of you. God has made it so clear that we don’t have to go far to find ourselves and our true happiness. This Almighty has shown me that it has been sitting before me for 36 years and 9 months! Yes, you my son! You are one special young man, you are my life, you (and of course your little family) are the reason I breath, you are my stronghold, you are my rock, my blessing beyond measure! No one can tell me that living life to the fullest, forever in this body or the next is not possible, because I know it is! Life is great and I cherish it with all my beings! Life goes on and on and on and as long as I live, I shall embrace it FOREVER! Darrell Maurice Lyons, Jr. YOU are my world. My one and only perfect child!

Love Mom

To my very own mother, I thank you for the breath of life giving to me….oh so many years ago today! Without you there would be no me, without me there would not be this amazing you man I am so proud to call MY son!

Introduce Yourself (Example Post)

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You’re going to publish a post today. Don’t worry about how your blog looks. Don’t worry if you haven’t given it a name yet, or you’re feeling overwhelmed. Just click the “New Post” button, and tell us why you’re here.

Why do this?

  • Because it gives new readers context. What are you about? Why should they read your blog?
  • Because it will help you focus you own ideas about your blog and what you’d like to do with it.

The post can be short or long, a personal intro to your life or a bloggy mission statement, a manifesto for the future or a simple outline of your the types of things you hope to publish.

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You’re not locked into any of this; one of the wonderful things about blogs is how they constantly evolve as we learn, grow, and interact with one another — but it’s good to know where and why you started, and articulating your goals may just give you a few other post ideas.

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