Earlier this month, I sent a note out to our little flock’s email and blog subscribers.
In the note, I shared a link to read a very special e-book for free.
That e-book is called “Love & Feathers.”
It is the story – my story – of how meeting a palm-sized fluff of downy grey feathers changed my life forever for the better.
That tiny grey feather fluff is my now-21-year-old cockatiel, Pearl. He is my soul bird, the light of my life, the alpha to my beta, and often the sole reason I get up in the morning, especially these days.
I don’t know about you, but I need nature, and cuteness, and joy, and cuteness (oh wait I said that one already) like, constantly, right now.
It is tempting to kind of go into this numbed-out place, a place where I convince myself that things aren’t really that scary and there is some sort of “end” in sight – like the end at one of those awful obstacle courses they used to make us run in P.E. class, the ones with the sky-high orange plastic hurdles I secretly nicknamed “Mount Everest” and “Mount Kilimanjaro.”
I never ever got over those.
But at least they eventually ended. At some point, the bell would ring – sweet mercy – and I would be granted a whole fresh set of 24 hours to think up a new compelling excuse for why I forgot my gym clothes yet again.
This isn’t like that.
This is an awfully adult, all too real obstacle course that isn’t going to end. Instead, it will transform, rising up before us in new and unexpected ways, challenging us to navigate completely foreign terrain with skills and creativity we don’t even know we have yet.
I believe we can do it.
But I also know it is easier with inspiring mentors. Like mentors with feathers.
And so – please accept this free gift from me – the gift of mentoring in a particularly small, cute, feathery package.
I really hope you enjoy it.
And I admit I may not be precisely objective here, but I’ve been told “Love & Feathers” makes for a fun, easy and joyful read. Inspiring, even, perhaps.
You can tell me what you think.
In all this, please know I hope you are well.
I already know you are brave.
But I also know we can all use even more brave right now.
And (yet again pardon the lack of objectivity, but) Pearl, all 78 grams of him, may just be the bravest of us all.
You know what they say.
Tiny = mighty.
Or something like that.
With great respect and love,
P.S. Be sure to pass it on to any friends and loved ones who need a splash, dash or whole bucketload of BRAVE in their life right now! đź™‚