Finding the Bluebird
August 9, 2020
Warm and sunny
There is a parklet on Lakeshore Ave. near my apartment where three groups of huge cedar trees have been allowed to stand. It is my favorite place to walk, just, for a few minutes, to be in the presence of these silent giants. Who knows what they are saying to each other that we do not have ears to hear?
Even though birds love trees, we do not have many birds in this area other than sparrows. But yesterday, as I was walking by the first group of cedars, feeling a little depressed since I had watched the news, I glimpsed a flash of brilliant blue darting between the trees. I stopped immediately to see what it was. It spun around a few times as if to make sure I could see that it was a real bluebird, and then disappeared. “It’s the Bluebird of Happiness!” I cried aloud. I kept looking for it as I continued my walk but I did not see it again, nor have I seen it since.
I must have been about 10 years old when I saw the movie of the 1908 play by Maurice Maeterlinck, in which a young brother and sister wander about the world seeking the Bluebird of Happiness, only to find the happiness they were looking for when they return home, in their own backyard.
What is that backyard and what is that happiness? It is not where we live, it is not whom we know, it is not any external circumstance. It is in an inner space that happiness dwells. It feels like Home, we love and are loved, our inner peace is profound no matter what is happening in our outer space, and the Bluebird is always singing. There is no need to go anywhere to find it.
It is my wish that everyone, and especially my dear readers, find their Bluebird, wherever they may live, drink in its bright color, listen to its music, and find the joy of their own true Home.
PS: I am nearing the end of preparing my mentor, Rahul (Star) Patel’s book, “The Healer’s Way: An Inner Guide to Healing With Energy”, for independent publication. I’ll keep you posted!