It’s 5:16 am.
May 15, 2020. I went to bed right before midnight. Since this quarantine, I’ve had a weird schedule.
The only time I have peace in the place I’m currently staying is at night when everyone is in bed.
That’s where the majority of my writings and creativity take place.
I would set up my computer between 9 and 10 and start thinking, drinking coffee, smoking my BLK cigars, and writing will begin.
What I’ve always noticed at this house I’m staying at, is the backyard. I notice things especially at night.
Tonight, because I was so exhausted, I went to bed woke up around 4. Laid there and got up close to 5.
I made coffee, put a chair out and fired up another cigar.
It’s peaceful. Around 5:10, I decided to close my eyes and just be.
When I meditate, I focus on my breath. Relax. I started noticing first, one bird singing behind me to my right.
Then more started to join in. I began to hear them from all directions but predominantly from my right.
They seemed to be getting closer and closer. Louder and louder.
By the time my timer went off 10 minutes later, it was pretty much a symphony or birds, slightly agressive, seeming to be communicating in some way to me.
Would they have been so vocal had I not been out this morning? Who knows. What I do know is I probably need to take my ass back to bed😂😂.
So many unanswered questions in my life right now. Where am I going to live? How will I get the money to get there? How can I be used to manifest the things I need as I enter into this next chapter in my life.
Michael Beckwith said in sermon to allow what’s within to come out. This is a practice that I’ve definitely struggled with but I feel it’s necessary to learn.
You can’t attract what you want to be, you attract what you are.
This is probably what my breath and these birds are trying to help me bring out.