Friday, July 16, 2010
I haven't been able to get that little tableau out of my head.
How many times have I allowed the nagging crows in my life to distract me and keep me from doing what I need to do, going where I need to go? How many times have I heard the clamoring palaver in my head, and end up giving my attention to that don't require my attention? Trillions, I dare say. I'm easily distracted by unnecessary things.
I want to be more like Mr. Raccoon. I want to stop and enjoy the sunshine of the day, maybe preen a little at the glory of being alive, and then be on my way to doing what I really need to be doing, to what I'm meant to be doing.
The crows are going to be crows. They're always going to fill the air with their raucous prattle. I can't stop that. I can't change the nature of the crows. But, you know what? In the tradition of my little raccoon friend, the crows can just go pound sand.
Posted by Barb Black at 5:45:00 AM