A Nest on my Head

“Have nothing in your houses that you do not know to be useful or believe to be beautiful.”

That was a little sentence in an interesting blog post I read about being a minimalist.  It flew right out of my computer screen like a bird and landed on my head.  And it made a nest right there.

I let it.  Make a nest on my head, that is.

My friend June often says, “You can’t help if a  bird lands on your head, but you don’t have to let it build a nest there.”  No, I don’t.  But sometimes, it’s good to let it.  Because when I choose to let it build a nest on my head, I become very mindful of my head and what it carries.  It’s right there, every minute of the day…  It feels heavy at times, and it might even get in the way after a while.

Time has a way of growing (or meta-morphing) things. The bird produced a nest, and then an egg.  And this is what it says now: “Have nothing in your heart that you do not know to be useful or believe to be beautiful.” 

Because it sits on top of my head day in and day out, I am aware of it all the time. It demands my attention.  The longer it stays up there, the more it is at home with me.  And me with it.

The egg is about to hatch.  I am pretty much convinced that  it will revolutionize me.

“Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honorable, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.” (Phil 4:8)

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