Love,
Wolf

It reminds me of the old story (that I read long ago–so bear with me) where a man has a blackbird that he hates that lives in a tree next to his window. He does everything he can to get rid of it but it keeps returning, waking him up in the morning, annoying him every day. Finally, he takes the bird far enough away that it never returns.

The next morning, the blackbird is gone but instead of joy–he feels great sorrow. The house is simply not the same without the blackbird around. As annoying as it may be, it was an integral part of the his home in a way that he never understood until it was gone. My idiosyncrasies and less ideal parts are our blackbirds. Sometimes the very things that people love about us the most are the unique–”imperfections”–that make us so special.

“Love house, love blackbird”

Thank you for sharing,

Kendall

Thank you. This is beautiful.
With love,
EconGrrl