Be a Bird

He is not his affliction....
In another place and time my name was "Little Sun". If you can't remember me then, picture, now , the clear, ready eye of the Cockatoo who by her hope, helped me to recover from one of life’s tragedies. She was jailed for being wild in this confining culture for twenty years; ignored until she was threatened with numbness and probably in order to feel, she began pulling out her own feathers. When she'd first begun crying out for attention, she'd been labeled as, "needy." She loved life and craved community more than her culture would bear. Did she lose her self? Not as far as I could tell when I rescued her, but remained what she was: a being who rises, whose nature is to attract opportunity to love and be happy again.
Sometimes it seems I've lost you; or you’ve lost you; and so lost sight of me.... With empty nest syndrome and grief threatening to engulf me, I'd lost a son and gained a bird. She is easier, with a companion now, She has suffered…. even more than you. From the start she'd not shown grief, not for a son or a brother, not even a mate, but but at times in she appeared to be in revelry, even bliss.
Now she lives for laughter, praise, and to sit near wherever I reside to drink from my cup of love--and deeply; filling the cup of her lower beak and then lifting her back and swallowing. That misfit bird chews up the molding when I'm not watching, then rushes to her perch when I approach. She is an amused deconstructionist, only attempting to find bird-appropriate activity, in this human residence. She can make no sense of the arbitrary seeming rules, but for humans, "not knowing" the basic rules, can drive us and our fellow humans mad with anger. Throughout all the difficulties relating, though, she can not assign or receive blame. It is not her nature and for this reason she is angelic. So by her example, I am learning to tolerate feeling helpless. I know that your life, as mine, is real. You are not the trouble that set into your brain, though you want me to alleviate it and relate to you with ease. Forgive me, for that is more than I can do. I have no choice but to wait for you to heal.