A Symphony of Sound

I was serenaded yesterday by an unlikely source.

A bird had perched itself in the tree outside my window. I cupped my ear to ensure that I heard it clearly. Something was a little odd, but I couldn't quite pinpoint what it was.

"This bird is singing all alone!" I said to myself. Normally, birds join in with one another creating a beautiful melody. A female and male bird can coexist seamlessly. But, today that wasn't the case.

I wondered if the bird poked his chest out a little further, feeling great because he made a beautiful sound by himself?

As beautiful as the bird sounded, it was a one-dimensional sound. There were no moments that stood out to me. Sometimes, we are like that bird. We think we are just fine being a loner. "I'm going to do things my way!" we declare to anyone who will listen.

I don't know about you, but I don't want to be like that bird. I want my life to be multi-dimensional . Our lives are enriched when we have others around us. I'm not an artist, but I have friends who are. When I combine my writing with their art, my words take on a whole new meaning. Our two hobbies are meshed seamlessly together to create something beautiful.

Creating something by working together is a process. You have to find out what others weaknesses are and help them shine in spite of their flaws.

What is something in your life that you need others in your life to make happen?

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Q, La, and Gooner said…
So crazy that you posted on this. I have really struggled in reaching out to other women/moms since moving to Texas and today I went on a play date! It wasn't NEARLY what I thought it would be. So exciting!
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