Wisdom from Running Elk
Woke up this morning to the sound of birds in the attic. Your actual birds in your actual attic, that is.
I’m often asked what a particular animal or bird “means”, in the mistaken belief that every encounter with the animal kingdom is necessarily a message from Great Spirit. In this instance, the message was fairly clear: “There is a hole in your roof big enough to allow birds to get in… might want to consider blocking that hole up.”
But this isn’t good enough for some folks. They’d want to know what type of bird it was, how many were there, what direction does the hole face… as if every minute detail of the encounter adds further, hidden layers of significance. We must accept that, sometimes, there are no hidden layers. It is what it is. Nothing more, nothing less.
To peer further risks madness. Stopping…
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