Attack of the Blue Bird

I went for my usual nature walk. I try to do this at least once a week.  It is such a lovely and peaceful three mile walk along a nature trail in one of my two favorite parks.  It is usually just me, the wind, the sky, the flowers, the weeds, the bugs (so very many bugs), butterflies, squirrels, gofers, and birds.  I love listening to the birds sing or at least I did.

This walk is usually drama free and uneventful in the sense of major outside source interference.  There is the occasional biker that thinks he owns the path, but for the most part they are rare.  Today, however, today I must have had a huge target on my back (my head actually). 

I hadn’t even truly put a dent in my walk when I was attacked.  Attacked is not a word that I throw out there lightly, but today I can say that it is the best fitting word for the situation. I mean I’m walking, minding my own business when this bird takes a nose dive towards my head.  A BLUE BIRD at that.  I found this rather ironic.

That is right folks, this beautiful little blue bird flying around takes a nose dive towards my head.  I ducked out of the way and had to laugh at myself as I thought that I was totally overacting, but next thing I know he’s swooping in again.  I’m like is there a worm in my hair, what the muck? I try to continue on and next thing I know he is flying at me again.  He did this a couple of times before I found myself running and ducking for cover.  I’m sure the people walking around thought that I was nuts.

Like I said, I found this rather ironic.  I mean the blue bird, a symbol of happiness, taking a nose dive at my head?  How does that bring happiness?  Then I thought that maybe it was a gang collaboration.  Last week a little road runner looking baby bird ran into the street and got hit by a van as he tried to run away from my looking at him.  Still a little broken up about that, but I’m thinking maybe this blue bird got word of it and was taking it upon himself to avenge this little one’s death.  Of course my immediate fear was that there bugs in my hair that I could neither feel or find.  Either way, this bird was bound and determined to take off my head. 

 I thought about it and couldn’t help, but associate this bird with happiness and my view on happiness in my current life.  I am constantly fighting the way that “happiness” is being forced upon me.  I know that sounds funny; however, the ways that contentment and happiness have been presented to me have not been the way that I envisioned them.  So, I fight it. I’ve gotten so use to the other shoe dropping that I am constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop.  I’ve made so many mistakes that I do not feel that I deserve happiness when presented with the potential solution to one of my many ailments. It is like a nose diving bird that is freaking me out.

Happiness is a pure frame of mind. I am not denying that by any means.  However, like most people, I look for reasons to be happy.  Mainly because there have been so many experiences in my life that have made me unhappy.   Happiness isn’t always in your face, but there is always some form of a “blessing” with happiness potential gracing our paths.  Maybe I have ignored them too many times.  Maybe I’ve fought them too many times. Maybe I’m just blind and cannot see or maybe I’m just so tainted that even a little bird knows the truth. 

I may never know why this little blue bird came swooping in on me.  I’m obviously not going to know if he was a paid hit man avenging a little baby bird’s death.  I do know that blue birds symbolize happiness and that him swooping at my head multiple times made me pay a little closer attention to him.  With that, maybe if I was supposed to pay a little bit more attention to him than I am supposed to pay a little bit more attention to the things in my life that could potentially bring me happiness.  I often to not pay too much attention to what the birds look like, just their song, and I end up getting attacked…I don’t know, just thinking it is a sign.