Charlotte Rains Dixon, MFA

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    May 15, 2008

    Birdsong

    There's nothing better than sleeping with the windows open, and last night was one of the first nights that's been possible here. 

    This morning I woke at 5:30 to the sound of birdsong.  This is without a doubt the best possible way to wake up in the world, even if it was half an hour earlier than I wanted to get up.  I lay in bed and listened to the birds singing and I remembered a quote that I read somewhere or heard someone say. 

    The gist of it was that birds sing just because that's what they do.  They don't worry if their song sounds right, or if its any good.  They don't worry about what the other birds think. And they for sure don't give a rip what humans think of their bird songs.

    They just sing.

    Birds don't worry about if they'll get paid for singing or not, or if they look okay while they are singing.  They don't think about how the other birds might get jealous of how good there song is, or perhaps make fun of their song because its stupid.

    Birds don't worry about taking too much time to sing.  Or giving up their household chores to sing.

    They just sing.  All the time, from the crack of dawn until dusk.  I can hear one outside my window at this very moment.

    You know where I'm going with this.  So many times we shun our creativity for all of the above reasons, which are really silly when you look at them through the eyes of a bird.  One of my favorite insights from the Artist's Way is Julia Cameron's bit about how the Creator created us, and thus we are most in his or her image when we are creating.  That's always made a long of sense to me, and I'm pretty sure it makes sense to the birds, too, except they don't even have to think about it because they are too busy singing.

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