Sing it like a Starling

Thumbnail image lovingly borrowed from Jane Rey’s illustrations for Hummingbird by Nicola Davies

New day, new song. New sound to explore. New day, new song. New pressures shaping the ocean floor. What do I want to do with my time? What do I want to do with my being?

You’ve been getting better at being open to the flow, just letting it take you where it wants to go. Just letting it take you where it flows.

And where might that be?

Something you can only see once you’re there.

New day, new song. New melodic tones. New moving flows in my body. Yes I sense you there, loud and clear. Coming up, you are here!

I find it hard, I will admit, not to form some kind of idea of what should happen now. I find it hard, I will admit, not to form some kind of attachment around the core.

I still want things to be pretty, is that wrong of me?

You have hungered for beauty to be moving in you your whole life. You have hungered to be part of us. You have hungered to be a particle of our light. You have hungered all your life. So no, it’s not wrong to wish for beauty. It’s just that your heartache gets taken away from you, and then you lose us. When you feel that judgment, you lose us. When you’re persuaded to part from us.

You lose us when you forget you’re a part of us, and that our ugliness is holy, deep and sacred! And that you can visit ugliness in safety. You can be both sides of the light. You can feel those shadows, without so much fright.

New songs are moving in the earth. Yes, it’s clear this is a stellar birth, of crystal clear moving streams, moving in the seams of the earth, and the earth is your body too. New songs are moving in the earth. And you are part of this precious birth! New songs are moving in you, darling. And you just sing it, like a starling. Sing it like starling.