I was dabbling about in the kitchen tonight, when I suddenly thought of a friend. The word “sing” came to me, as it did when we first met two weeks ago. Then, a few moments later, the impression of a song bird.
“Nightingale,” watercolor on paper. Collection Anne Michelsen.
It reminded me of this lovely poem by Victor Hugo:
Be like the bird that, pausing in her flight awhile on boughs too slight, feels them give way beneath her — and sings — knowing she hath wings.
I got the feeling that the ‘singing’ is metaphorical – whatever makes your heart sing, do it and don’t hold back, even if it seems foolish or impossible. (Although if you want to sing while doing it, so much the better!)
This time of year some of the birds are already starting to stake out their territories in the woods – and singing to attract a mate.
If this resonates with you at any level, think about what you would like to manifest in your life…
…and sing your heart out. If your wings aren’t fully developed yet, your song will help them grow!