January 10, 2014
The red cardinal stares at me through the sliding glass door on my back porch. It is perched on the tangle of dormant kudzu that tries to choke out the thin trunk of a tree. Our eyes connect as he adjusts on his branch while I wiggle in slow motion, hoping he’ll stay a little longer. His crimson feathers stand in stark contrast to the bleak gray day. I keep his attention for almost five minutes before he cocks his head and then looks away. I telepathically ask: What do you have to tell me? What should I do?
In the quiet of meditation I feel the answer: BE.