Post holiday quietude is one of my favorite experiences.
Unlike the birds I saw outside today, hanging onto the telephone wires for dear life with beaks heading into blasting gusts of winds, I identify with this cheery, fat little bird... doing her (his?) best to spread joy and beauty.
Of course, actual birds do this rather indelicately. Eating seeds and then, um, "redistributing" them without even checking to see what drops where or what sprouts. Let alone whether their gifts are appreciated.
Over the years, I've written more than 1000 posts, and probably commented on just as many.
On Christmas Day, I got a note indicating that a recent comment was patronizing, mis-informed, wrong-headed and just annoying-- asking that I not leave any more comments there. And wishing I wouldn't even read that blog any more.
I re-read my comment. From a certain vantage point (theirs, not mine) I can see how they experienced so much negativity.
But just as we complain when bird droppings hit too close to home, that's what birds DO.
What I do is encourage choosing optimism (even when times are dark), act all motherly (even when somebody isn't my kid), share what's worked for me (even though it may come across as unsolicited advice) and try to lighten things up (even if I don't know what sort of sense of humor that person has... if any).
It's sad for me when anybody doesn't like who or how I am.
But (finally), I've learned that not everybody likes birds. Some people are phobic. And then there are people who like birds the way cats do.