A few weeks ago, I was able to spend my birthday and the following days in the Hamptons. A generous family friend offered her house to me and another friend. After a few days, she asked me to move to one of her other houses. All good. Moving was a bit inconvenient but the second house was on the ocean, which I was happy about.
I went to the second house to get settled while my friend stayed at the first house to do some work. I got a text from her saying there was a bird in the house. That sucks, I thought. I figured she’d handle it. But then she asked me to come back and help her. The bird was pooping on the bed in the loft. Annoyed, I returned. Sure enough, a small bird was flying all around the house. There weren’t many windows for it to leave from. I became very frustrated. I was also angry. Why does shit like this happen to me? I started to cry. I felt so helpless. I called the owner of the house. I called her handyman. But no one could really do anything. Then I called my friend Pearl. She said to me, briyah, you are blessed! This is a good sign! Meditate, thank the bird for its messages and tell it it’s free to go. Wow. I hadn’t even considered that. I had forgotten to Google “bird in house.” I did what she said. I sang a little also. Soon after, the bird flew right out of the house.
What does this teach me? A lesson I forget every day and have to re-learn. That life isn’t a punishment, but an opportunity. That although I feel helpless, I am not. I am blessed.
On this new moon in Leo and also on my Hebrew birthday of Rosh Chodesh Av, I want to affirm my intention to be a published author and help change how we view mental illness. I hope everyone else starts to feel relief in this strange time of intensity as people begin to wake up more and more. You are blessed by being here.
Amen