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Birds! .. à la Hitchcock

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The day began as any normal weekend. Sun was shining, the palm trees swayed gently, and, as I looked out of the window, I smiled.

Why was I smiling?

Oh, for no special reason. I just felt happy and positive. Actually, to be honest, my yoga guru’s instructions were abuzz in my ear.

I was told.. Stay happy. Stay positive. Keep a strong mind. Be poised and remain calm. Breathe. Just breathe.

Mantras ruled my mind. Love and Light. Think Peace. Breathe.

So I did just that. I didn’t go berry picking. Nor did I go sheep shearing. I just breathed.

Inhale. Exhale. Relax.

THUD!” – Oh!!

Suddenly, my concentration – well, sort of, focus – was rudely interrupted.

I turned to look in the direction from where the sound came.

I saw that a bird had hit the window pane. Gosh, the noise scared me out of my wits; shocked me into shivers. Totally.

Huh. So much for my mantra – “be poised and calm” and “keep a strong mind”….duh. Sorry, yogi. No can do.

Anyhow.. I squished my nose delicate nose against the window, and with a Miss Marple-like air, I sought an answer. Why did the feathered little fella behave in such a bizarre manner? Pourquois?

But, alas, the mystery remained a mystery. Then, more sounds, most eerie, were heard. This time, the Hercules Poirot in me was intrigued. He I listened.

Many birds – crows – screeched to high heaven. The terrifying noise numbed my senses. Yet aroused my sense of curiosity. So, out I went.

Courageously, I strode into unexplored territory, where no man dared to tread. Nah. Just kidding. I actually went out into the back yard. Haha.

The outside hot air hit me in the face, as I stepped on to the paved pathway that led to the back of the house.

Why were the crows shrieking their silly little heads off? I wondered.

Caw! Caw! Caw! Their shrills echoed all around.

Bravely, I walked on.

With my brows furrowed, lips puckered, the imagination played helter-skelter in my mind. Deep in thought I was when, like a bolt out of the blue, someone (or some thing) viciously bashed me at the side of my head.

Stunned. Shocked. I let out a silent scream.

Boggled and bewildered, I was still trying to figure out what had happened when my head received another unceremonious bash. Oh!

Dazed. Confused. I stood there, stuck to the ground. Glued to the spot. Ashen-faced, dry mouthed and in utter shock.

Only when I heard the extreme upping of the tempo of bloodcurdling shrieks, did it dawn upon me that I was under attack. Yes! A vicious attack. The flying brigade was out to get me – how wicked! The crows. Birds! Aargh.

Needless to say, no Mr Hitchcock came to the rescue. Sacré bleu! Sigh. Mais oui, the poor pale-but-interesting, petite damsel in distress, had to fend for herself. Mon Dieu. Is chivalry dead?

But I digress. A million apologies, mesdames et messieurs.

Pronto, I did a sharp u-turn. Then, skedaddled. With a heart beating rapidly, palms, sweating profusely, and, yes, eyes, popping out in fear, I paused, for a split second, to quickly snap off a bit of twig – my weapon – to twirl above my head, so to ward off the enemy.

Yeah. Hatari! I’m armed to the teeth. Eat your heart out, Danny boy 007.

Good thinking, girl. You rock! So, I patted myself on the back.

Finally, I reached the door. Phew.

It was with utter relief that I entered the safety of the hallowed indoors.

My home sweet home. Ah. I leant against the door. So grateful.

Lesson learnt. Point taken.

No more sleuthing, old gal.

No more investigating, Mal.

…….. Because,

There are birds out there!
Birds, mummy, birds!
Changes are shifting outside,
Birds are behaving crazy.
There are monsters out there,
Uh-huh, monsters, crazy monsters.
No more “I love birds”, no way,
Changes are shifting outside.
Crows – birds, no more “I love you’s”
That is for sure!

With my kind regards (and thanks) to Annie Lennox. 😊

 

Maloquacious © 2015

I’d like to be..

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I’d like to be..

The rainbow in your cloud

The peace in your thoughts

The blossoms on your tree

The buds on your rose bushes

The whispers on your pillow

The feathers in your duvet

The diamonds in your tiara

The gold among your silver

The sheen of your shoes

The starch in your shirt

The fragrance of your perfume

The smile on your face

The reason for your happiness

The giggle in your laughter

The cause for your success

The positivity in your mind

The desire for your goodness

The example for your compassion

Lastly,

But not the least

I’d like to be…

The hope for all your tomorrows.

Therefore, live on, my precious children,

Be happy, healthy and content,

Fear not, stand tall, walk on,

For this, the legacy, I leave behind

Is yours, alone, to keep;

And in your prayers,

I’d like to be..

Always.

And,

Forever.

Maloquacious © 2015

YOU are a different flower from the same garden

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Beauty is all around us. It envelops our very being. Feel the love in your heart. And, smile.

Yes, be happy with yourself. Endeavour to be the best YOU that you can possibly be. Hold your head up high. You are beautiful. In fact, YOU are beauty.

Always be confident. And know that YOU are a child of the Universe. You have a right to be here. The qualities you have are yours, uniquely yours. The talent you possess is yours, only yours. Take pride in them.

Walk tall. Be humble, for He has created you different from the rest. You are the pretty flower put on Earth to bloom and shine. Your traits are solely – and soully (pun intended) –  yours. Yes, yours alone. You are the original, not a duplicate. Feel the splendour of your whole being. Breathe. Embrace this knowledge. Reflect.

Yes, you are competent. Capable in ways you never imagined. You have the power. Just have Faith, and know that He has blessed you. Blessed YOU to be a good human being. Endowed you He has, with solutions to all your problems. Just be patient. Trust in His timing. As, without a doubt, His timing is perfect.

Be at peace with yourself. You are one of a kind. There is beauty inside you. That inner light radiates a pure brightness on everyone you meet. Goodness attracts goodness. Be gentle, kind and compassionate. This is how He wishes each one of us to be. The soul soars with delight…the heart sings. His Gifts are precious. Receive. Accept. And, be grateful.

Indeed, YOU are a treasure, more valuable than any gem that exists. Be proud of yourself. The Lord loves you best. Yes, you are like a pretty flower. Fragrance surrounds you. YOU are beauty…oh yes, you are!

 

Maloquacious © 2014

 

One Lovely Blog Award

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When a blogger receives an award it is always a matter of pride. It means your writing is read and recognised by someone who considers you to be a good writer.

Delight and happy smiles take over. Your whole being is bathed in an aura of gratitude, humility, and an enormous amount of (much needed) encouragement.

This is exactly what happened to me when I was presented with the One Lovely Blog Award by fellow blogger The Duck of Indeed. Thank you so much, Duck, I’m chuffed beyond words! I’m honoured and thrilled, this is a precious award.

Now with the emotions and drama behind us (albeit, the histrionics a tad bit short of an Oscar acceptance speech), let me tell you something about The Duck.

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Is this the snowman that Jack built?

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No, it’s the snowman that my daughter built. Jack built the house, remember?

If you need to take a trip down memory lane, read here.

I simply love the little snowman! Snowflakes are falling, temperatures are freezing. These days Mr Snowman is a popular figure in many places – a delight for all, young and old alike. My son and daughter put him together with special care and oodles of love…God bless them both! Read the rest of this entry