The Magpies

For the last week and half I have been watching two Magpies build a nest. If you have never done this, you totally should, there is something spiritual and calming about it. When they first started, I thought “Oh that is never going to work” because the space they were attempting to build it in was huge with nothing to support its weight. I even felt sorry for them because I am a super smart human and they are just stupid little birds. I should have trusted that they knew exactly what they were doing, because now they have this huge beautiful mansion, sturdy (survived a crazy wind last week) and well built. I can’t even find a house, little lone build one. If I had the work ethic of these two Magpies amazing things would be accomplished. They are diligent and work from sun up to sunset; only breaking for wind and snow. Eleven days now they have been carrying over their sticks from various directions with total consistency. Often the sticks fall straight to the ground. Gone. You’d think that they would attempt to pick them up, but instead they abandon the fallen sticks all together. It seems like a metaphor for my life. I am sometimes so busy trying to pick up my fallen sticks that I forget the main goal. If I would just “Let Go”, leave the sticks where they fell and keep trudging on things would work out differently, and probably better.