[RufusACanal]

Each morning, I get up and go outside to our porch. I love to have my coffee, smell the air and the fresh cut grass and listen to the birds. I do my best thinking during this time or so I tell myself; meditation and prayer are also part of this wondrous quiet time. My garage sits right behind our house and the locals birds love to perch and chat on the apex of the roof as the sun comes up. Some mornings, I vainly try to elbow my way into their conversations so I whistle along thinking they will react and make me a part of their fun; I am still whistling alone.

Yesterday morning, a rather large and mangy crow stopped off to run the cardinals, robins and sparrows away. He was loud and obnoxious as crows can be, though he preened as if it was somehow just his nature to be an ass. Sitting in my chair on the porch, I made a decision to use my metal powers to run this cocky bird off, so I sent him a thought wave to shoo him from my garage roof. He didn't move. So I tried again, harder and with more focus. Nothing happened. He then crapped on my roof and flew away.


Whenever I attempt to control, change or direct people, places and things, I usually receive the same negative results. Here is the catch for me at least; I know that each attempt to control, change or direct is useless, but I choose not to heed my own good lessons with the added indignity that I will look like in short order the roof under that crow's feet.


"God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,

Courage to change the things that I can,

And the wisdom to know the difference."