Even the birds are silent

I am sad right now, I feel like I need to cry. There is no reason for these feelings. Bi-Polar is like this . It creeps into my head and sends me into a tailspin. All I can do it ride it out. I don't feel inspired to write anything so this story will have to do.

"The legend of the Thornbird"

'There is a legend about a bird that sings just once in its life, more sweetly than any other creature on the face of the earth. From the moment it leaves the nest, it searches for a thorn tree, and does not rest until it has found one. Then, singing among the savage branches, it impales itself upon the longest, sharpest spine. And dying, it rises above its own agony to out sing the lark and the nightingale. One superlative song, existence the price. But the whole world stills to listen, and God in his heaven smiles. For the best is only bought at the cost of great pain.

It's hard to see the beauty in life today. It's cold and rainy outside. Even the birds are silent. My meditation Cd will be getting used today. Other than that all I can do is take it slow and easy one breath at a time. This too shall pass.

** Ever Forward **