11-27-16 – my bird house

This is my morning tree. What seems to be hundreds of birds live in there as if their own apartment building. I plan my day in their improvised symphony. My brain feels as noisy as the soundscape with thoughts competing for attention. Projects. Businesses. Ideas. Studies. Appointments. Futurethink. I take a half hour here to plan how I’ll spend the waking day. I dread flapping and circling in an anxious overdose of freedom. Thousands of miles away from where I was born and another thousand miles away from where I grew up, I find it strange that a perch like …