Birds in the Thinking Place

Went to the thinking place by the pond this morning.  It was starting to rain, but the birds were flying around busily over the trees.  Catching bugs, I would guess. 

When I was little, my mother told me that if the birds were calling during a rainstorm, it meant the rain was not going to let up any time soon...that the birds knew it and knew they had to get out and get their food, and that it wouldn't do for them to wait. 

I listened and what I heard was that I need to do some work first, and take some rest afterward.  Okay, got it:  Not all the work...not all the rest.  Went home, cleaned out one shelf of the laundry room. 

As Brandon would say:  Boo Ya.