Mister Bluebird

Hey Everybody! Hope your week's been a good one.

I was out running this week on one of our warmer February days. I hadn't been running in a while so I wasn't really sure that I'd go anywhere very far or very fast. The benefit of this run was that I had no reason to rush-no job to have to go home and get ready for and no hungry family waiting for me. It was just an opportunity to run for the sake of desire. Having the desire to sweat, to feel your heart excessively pounding while gasping for breath and your leg muscles screaming at you simultaneously is crazy, I know.

Well, when I hit my goal I decided to go farther just because I could. Usually when I finish a run, I tell myself or anyone in my family who will listen, that maybe I could have gone farther.This time rather than just talking about it, I acted on it.

As I proceeded round the corner, a brilliant bluebird jetted across my path at eye level and then his mate followed closely behind. A sweet silly song came to mind as I stopped to look for them in the tree. This song will most likely age me, but I assure you that I wasn't around in 1945 for Disney's Song of the South!

So here's my version of the song...

"Mister Bluebird on my shoulder. It's truth. It's actual. Everything is satisfactual...Zip-a-dee-doo-dah! Zip-a-dee-ay! My, oh my, what a wonderful day! Plenty of Sunshine headed my way. Zip-a-dee-doo-dah! Zip-a-dee-ay! "

So what's so special or beautiful about that moment? It's certainly not my running or my singing, though I am thankful that I can attempt to run and sing! Mister Bluebird certainly was a beauty, but just that wouldn't have spilled joy into my whole day. As I sang, I wondered how this song came back to me so randomly. Then I remembered my dad whistling the jingle and singing this song to me as a child. And how I would sing it to myself as I walked our dog through the neighborhood. It always made me happy.

A few hours later, I took my dad to the hospital for some tests. On the way, I began singing this song. He remembered it too. We sang it together. I thanked him for singing it to me as a child and leaving me with such a fond memory-- a memory that reminds me of  simple hope and beauty in this world. A simple song long forgotten  came back in a moment..I literally ran into beauty that day.  May you too have a "Zip-a-dee-doo-dah day" heading your way!





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