I found a beautiful blue robin’s eggshell yesterday morning about 1/2 mile into my run. I picked it up…admired the color and thought, this is almost the same color as my new office. I ran along with this tiny bit of shell, that once protected, nurtured and finally released new life into the world,…just the opposite of my office which is empty, waiting to be cleaned and occupied. How interestingly balanced life can seem sometimes! Are these two things related? How can they not be?
I also noticed that I had to be conscious of the egg-shell while I ran, holding my hand cupped, not too tight which would crush it, or too open because it would fall out. It was more effort to stay focused on this shell (that could not have weighed more than 1/20 th of an oz) than I was comfortable with. I just couldn’t help making the analogy of running with the egg-shell and my mind. So often, I don’t want to corral it…don’t want to make the effort, even though I have been assured, by sages and wise ones throughout time, that the focused mind is the creative seed and work of this life, and that I will ultimately get what I focus on.
I can choose to focus on what I want: a better office space, lighter, beautiful views, the excited feeling that I get when I think of this wonderful new space, or what I don’t want: To move again, fear that the office will be too hot with southern exposure, thought that the building is for sale and what if I have to move again?
Thinking of the baby robin and me. I am sure that it did not have one thought of “What if I don’t like the location, This tree is not that stable, Why did my parents choose this nest? Where are my brothers and sisters going to live? I hope they don’t plan on moving to far away, What if someone cuts this tree down?…..no, not one of these….just , “It’s time…the gentle nudge, it’s time….fly”.