I was in the Denver airport yesterday on my way back home to Texas and there was a bird flying around in the airport. It was probably scared silly but it just kept flying around, doing what it knew how to do. I wasn't able to watch it for an exceptionally long time but I'd like to think eventually it got out alright. Meanwhile it was fun to see-inspirational almost to watch a creature of nature trapped and alone still fighting to get free in spite of fear and difficulty. I suppose he remembered the sky. I suppose that on some level he knew who he was and what he was meant to do. Clearly he remembered he was meant to fly. I wish I was better about that. I get so embroiled in my tangled fears of the future I forget not only what I'm meant to become but the strengths and blessings I already have. I may not rule the sky but I am a happy kid. I've always been good at that. I need to be better about not forgetting who I am and what my real purpose is. When I landed there was another bird--a one legged raven hopping around looking for scraps I think. The cool part was that the bird wasn't hampered by what it lacked but instead made it work with what it had. This too is a lesson I can learn. I've always wondered what it would be like to be a bird. Seeing two face the same problems I do (or at least being able to paint their problems with the same colors I paint my own with) provided me with some interesting perspective. Haha I may be as nerdy as I ever was, but it was a good wake up call all the same.