Punctually every day, meeting blackbirds in my way, and few dare to approach almost to touch the hand with their beaks, others have found on the roof of the car and every time ... 'a great thrill and a deep gratitude if you move all these battlements for me ... but what the message?
This morning when I go to work by car .... there they are 'on the sidewalk, over the roundabout I'm about to cross, a male and a female (now I've learned to recognize them), the male raised in the air and sets exactly in the middle of the road ... slow down thinking about taking over the flight ... no ... still remains motionless and proud ... I stop to rest and watch it slowly moves ... no ... no ... moves!
I turn off the car, get down and I get close to him, stand on the sidelines for a while, 'and then ...
Why 'do not you come with me in my world?
And it 's so that this story begins ....
A large wrought iron gate with circular hearts: this' entry .... I am struck by those hearts circular wrought iron and the rest of them 'to fix, my eye follows the lines and try to draw them in my mind .....
... suddenly the noise of the city 'disappears and what appears before my eyes and' something extraordinary.
I stop to look at the map that shows and explains the various parts of the park there '
the bridge bonds,
the mountain of the unsaid,
path achievable goals,
highway omnipotence,
the cave of anxiety,
the lake of identity and clarity of the river
let go,
the valley of silence and many other places too ...
I head towards the bridge ties It 's a small bridge in the green wires from which hang all the colors and materials:
simple cotton threads, silk threads
smooth and pleasant to the touch,
threads woven hemp rope, a bit 'rough, rough to the touch but very durable,
wires wool with a few knots,
strands of raffia very delicate and fragile,
broken wires ... "frayed wires, each wire
then, has different lengths, some seem to never end while others are very short .
And I began to ask me questions: "The wires represent the different links that we establish with people? And the wires? and broken wires? and wires with nodes? "
The blackbird replies:
" Hey .... we are not talking! You watch and listen with your heart ... I thought I had understood ...." and turns and keeps on looking at the horizon.
Seeking spoiled by all the questions and the rest of them 'to watch in silence making me caress your body with a light wind. .. and slowly beginning to understand and stop making pointless questions ...
and after a while 'I realize that I can see other threads: the invisible threads.
The wires of the mysteries, I
contact wires silent coincidences significant and start to see the faces ...
Until next time
(image of Isabelle Plante)
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