May 26, 2021
The most important part about daily writing is knowing in your heart that the experience always carries forward energy. How can a frozen day on February 20, 2021 be a source of inspiration when everything around us looks as if it’s been shaken but never stirred? I’m extremely guilty of a lifestyle change that I would’ve never predicted. During the opening moments of the Covud pandemic and all things political I took up a different kind of podcast listening. I dug in deeply. I’d crank up Chris Cuomo only to follow it with Limbaugh or Dan Bongino. I always had to have both sides! The more I listened the weaker I became. I had somehow turned their word into what would shape my path making ability. I totally recognized this evil habit on that February morning 2021. My early morning walk before the sun rises came with no smartphone or digital device. It was me and nature. What? No Anderson Cooper? No Trevor Noah? Not even the rants and raves of Marc Maron and Howard Stern? Just me and the bird songs. No screaming black crows or screeching Red Tail Hawks. The gentle jazz the birds bring to a waking Carolina morning. As a child I’d spend hours listening to the Western Meadowlark in Montana. How about that Red Wing Black Bird? Here in Carolina we have the Cardinal, wild Finches, Sterling, the occasional Morning Dove and the ever present owl. For some odd reason on that February morning I elected to exchange Brian Williams and Bill O’Reilly for something as simple a bird song. The retraining of the human heart and mind. To rethink the negative effects of that other people’s opinions have on the day gifted to you but given to them. Music. Bird songs. Not Foreigner, Journey, Justin Bieber, Jagger or Miley and Taylor. Bird songs. The most important part about daily writing is knowing in your heart that the experience always carries forward energy. Today’s date is May 26, 2021. Three months have quickly passed since that entry in journal. Reading about that morning walk in February not only serves as a reminder to keep free of the opinion makers but to spend more time listening to the rhythm and pace of those blessed with feathers. Jazz…