The Right Decision: Best
Intent
We were wrapping up a walk
through the Sewickley Village. It had been a cold and rainy one for
the end of May but yet that’s Pittsburgh for you. And Parker Bean
and I love being out walking and checking things out – being seen
and seeing people, birdies, doggies, kitty-kitties, squirrels – all
the colorful flowers and green, green spring time grasses.
Since it was coming down pretty good we drove into the
village. And after our daily constitutional as we were headed to our
car I spotted one of Parker’s little friends Max dressed in a bright
red sweater – So we popped under a storefront to get a little dry to
wait for Max to come up on us and that’s when I noticed an impending
death on the doorstep of Papier.
It was such a cute little
birdie with a yellow beak – You can tell it was injured and not
doing well right away from first glance – It was breathing heavily
and lay on its side with an extended limp leg and appeared the other
could be missing. Although Max’s walker (the son of Max’s mother who
comes in from Phili to check on his mom and walk the dog) wanted to
talk with me about selling his mother house and was the guy I know
who buys up property still interested and what kind of negotiator is
he – Yet I was preoccupied with this bird – He wasn’t. I gave him
the name to look up under the phone book and told him I was taking
the bird – and they left us.
There was something that
seemed undignified about just having this bird lie on the doorstep
of Papier where passer byes would not notice him or notice him and
do nothing anyway. So I scooped him up and placed him in the
passenger side – as Parker was in the back of the Jeep Cherokee
Sport secure in his cushy crate. The birdie looked at me – He stared
at me the whole time as in the background the song sang the words:
I want to go to
Magnolia Mountain
And lay my weary head down
Down on the rocks
On the mountain my savior made
Steady my soul and ease my worry
Hold me when I rattle like a hummingbird hummin'
Tie me to the rocks on the mountain my savior made
Lie to me
Sing me a song
Sing me a song until the morning comes
If the morning comes, will you lie to me
Will you take me to your bed
Will you lay me down
Till I'm heavy like the rocks on the riverbed
That my savior made
I want to be the bluebird singing
Singing to the roses in her yard
The roses in her yard her father grew for her
It's been raining that Tennessee honey
So long I got too heavy to fly
Ain't no bluebird ever gets too heavy to sing
Lie to me
Sing me a song
Sing me a song until the morning comes
And if the morning don't come, will you lie to me
Will you take me to your bed
Will you lay me down
Till I'm heavy like the rocks in the riverbed
That my savior made
We burned the cotton fields down in the valley
And ended up with nothing but scars
The scars became the lessons that we gave to our children after the
war
But there ain't nothing but the truth up on the Magnolia Mountain
Where nobody ever dies
Steady your soul and ease your worry
They got a room for you
Lie to me like I lie to you
Calm me down until the morning comes
And if the morning don't come
Lie to me
Will you take me to your bed
Will you lay me down
All heavy like the rocks in the riverbed
That my savior made
For us
I already had intended to take
the bird and place him in the strong healthy stream so he could pass
on and be carried to the other side where he would still live. This
stream has a little waterfall I often go to pray, meditate, cleanse
myself with the healing magical powers of running water and be
thankful and grateful. I pulled off the side of the road in a little
edge of the meadow across from the stream and observed the birdie –
It tried to fly but as it spread it’s wings nothing happened – It
was as if it was showing me that it couldn’t fly anymore and had two
broken, limp legs. As I thought maybe I would leave it there I guess
I couldn’t leave it for a “fat cat” or another undignified death.
My mind was made. I carried it
to the stream and released the bird in the rushing waters of the
fall and watched him float with the life of the stream that fed into
the Ohio – And I prayed to bless him and I prayed and was thankful
for his life – And I prayed that it be cleansed with the healing
magical powers of running water and that he live on like my nephew,
Thomas John, who passed on in the Ohio River a few years ago.
And with all the energy that
broadcast your show – I send these words so they will be in your
heads and picked up along the vibrations that are transmitted and
broadcasted around the world – With the best intent that this life
will live on and not go unnoticed or be in vain.
Best of the Roses –
Across the Universe –
Best Intent,
John mytsrawhat.com
May 21, 2006
