From the hands of a potter, who wore an apron that read, "Getting better with age," a little bird was about to spread her wings and fly. Funny, but the little bird reminded me of Pinocchio, and growing up. Certainly, the apron's message added to my thinking this way.
Perched on a fence post the hand crafted birds seem to strut their stuff, as they fluffed their feathers, and chirped, "Pick me, pick me!" A nearby sign said: "Birds for sale. Pick the one want and leave $15 in the box below." Trust seemed to be their middle name. I was enchanted by that: Trust, let go, and let be.
It was hard to pick just one.
Then suddenly, as it happens to those of us who see change on the horizon, the little birds, the apron's message, were symbolic signs...trust, let go, fly! Those little birds made me think of Chelsea, who will be spreading her wings and creating her own nest in the world of university.
As I stood looking at the blue of the wing, the sound of the Pacific ocean soothed my feathers, my tears seem to run into the sea unnoticed like another wave flowing forth and racing back. It seems everything these days point to the emptying of the nest, and the words trust, let go...fly!
As I turned around Chelsea had a little bird cradled in her hands. Like a sign, yes like a sign, I knew my little girl was ready to go and become her dreams.
Photos: Taken on our trip to Mendocino, in northern California. The hand crafted Mendo birds (made by Ingridd,) can be purchased online, Click here.
Maybe it's also a sign for yourself?
"trust, let go, fly"
I really thought you where referring to the ULM aka Mosquito....
Posted by: Irene | 12 August 2007 at 11:24 AM
I love the pictures of those hands, and the contrast of both pairs!
Posted by: tut-tut | 12 August 2007 at 11:39 AM
Fly!
Posted by: Lee | 12 August 2007 at 12:12 PM
Those birds are so adorable.
Posted by: carolyn | 12 August 2007 at 12:24 PM
Blessings
We give our children roots and wings.
The birds are so very lovely indeed!
Blessings!
Posted by: Jeanne | 12 August 2007 at 01:08 PM
I'd love to see those little birds on the fence in person. Maybe a road trip is in order.
Hopefully that little blue one went home with you.
Darla
Posted by: Darla | 12 August 2007 at 01:54 PM
The trusting artist with his apron and little birds was your Angel yesterday. It's uncanny how many Angels come into our life just in the nick of time, if we will only open our eyes to see! And hand you my most precious silk hankie with a C.
Posted by: rochambeau | 12 August 2007 at 02:50 PM
I meant to write I'm handing you my precious hankie with a C
!!
Posted by: rochambeau | 12 August 2007 at 02:51 PM
Empty nests! We all experience them, but hearts remain full. With the teachings from you and your husband I'm quite sure your children will have a wonderful flight. Quite positive! Have a wonderful day.
Posted by: Carol | 12 August 2007 at 03:15 PM
You have such an amazing way with words...enchanting.
All the best to Chelsea as she starts her new journey.
I love these little birds and how the potter puts little signs on their tails or wings.
Posted by: Mo'a | 12 August 2007 at 03:28 PM
Another harbinger perhaps? I seem to be forever drawn to Mendocino. And I think I must have some of those darling birds!
Wishing Chelsea a wonderful time of exploration, learning, growing and flying at university!
Posted by: Sally | 12 August 2007 at 03:35 PM
Birds have a strong homing instinct. We can let them go knowing that in the fullness of time they will return to the nest.xx
Posted by: sheila | 12 August 2007 at 04:01 PM
Oh what a beautiful reminder!
Posted by: Kim H | 12 August 2007 at 04:23 PM
I'm sitting here near tears, Corey, because in 6 days our nest will be a little more empty...but I also know that college and dorms and new horizens are the best way.
Oh my!
On a silly note, when I first opened the page and saw that green creature in between two hands, I thought French Husband was out catching frogs!
Posted by: Beverly | 12 August 2007 at 04:24 PM
Very touching, and very revealing...
Posted by: Rob Kistner | 12 August 2007 at 04:28 PM
Corey,
It is wonderful that there are still people who are trusting in this world. What hit me the most is the sign that said to leave the money! Trust is such a small word with a huge message....easy to say, not so easy to put into action.
With appreciation for your thought provoking post,
Sharon
Posted by: Sharon at American Harvest | 12 August 2007 at 04:32 PM
I will be in that area in September. I can't wait-one of the most beautiful areas in the world.
Posted by: Linda | 12 August 2007 at 05:32 PM
Corey,
How lovely! I am sure Chelsea is excited about her new adventure! BTW, I love Mendocino. When we lived in California, we went for a long weekend...the ocean and coast is spectacular there! They call it the New England of the west coast :)
Posted by: My Melange | 12 August 2007 at 05:37 PM
How I feel for you, Corey! Your inspirational thoughts are the wings which will carry you through the start of your empty-nest days. My children are too young to leave just yet, but I fear the day as if it were tomorrow!
Posted by: beachy | 12 August 2007 at 06:09 PM
She may take flight on her own but Chelsea always knows where her nest is. You are the ones who taught her to fly with confidence and love. Thanks for the birdy link. Will get one for Favorite Aunty (she adores blue birds) for Christmas.
Posted by: martina | 12 August 2007 at 06:13 PM
What beautiful thoughts!
I love Mendocino. I have such wonderful memories of Mendocino from early childhood…camping at Russian State Park…clothes shopping for school…new binders and school supplies from the General Store.
I shall have to buy my own blue bird or maybe a yellow bird...or both!... the next time I am there.
Posted by: Dee | 12 August 2007 at 06:41 PM
I have read everyones comments. I am going through this. So this was really nice to read.
I found it comforting.
Posted by: angela marie | 12 August 2007 at 07:01 PM
Corey,
Moments hit us like tidal waves sometimes, opening up the floodgates that house our thoughts. We must allow our thoughts the same freedoms as we do our children, to trust, let go, and fly!!!
Love,
Blue
xo
Posted by: Blue | 12 August 2007 at 07:19 PM
Beautiful thoughts--and birds...I have become quite fascinated with birds lately, and your post might be giving me some insight as to why!!!
Love,
D.
Posted by: Delia | 12 August 2007 at 08:13 PM
My step daughter is about to empty our nest, driving, not flying,from Oregon to Texas to start life as the girlfriend to a grad student in music. He's been living in our home for the last two months, but they are off into the unknown tomorrow. It's quite a frightening and exciting prospect.
Posted by: raymond pert | 12 August 2007 at 08:23 PM
I love these birds and I love the message they gave you - poignant but true.
Posted by: Kit | 12 August 2007 at 08:33 PM
G and I have been planning a weekend to Mendocino, I know I will be seeking these birds when we do.
I remember as a young woman when I fled the nest... just knowing it would always be there helped my wings to expand.
XOXO
Love,
Lisa
Posted by: Lisa 'Oceandreamer' S. | 12 August 2007 at 09:00 PM
methinks ingridd will see many birds fly after your words...i am off to make a pick...it is so hard to let go of your birds...yet so easy...they just seems to go...one minute here...the next they are off to see the world...such a lot of world to see...blessings, rebecca
Posted by: Cre8Tiva | 12 August 2007 at 09:38 PM
This is especially meaningful to see Corey, in light of our recent conversations.
Posted by: AnnieElf | 12 August 2007 at 09:45 PM
Your heart has eyes of its own to see the little things that will help it make the adjustments. Those little birds are so symbolic.
Posted by: Star | 12 August 2007 at 10:56 PM
Such a precious post...really spoke to me. Life is really about that isn't: Trust, let go, fly. And, the concept of fly can be a command to another or the self. So important to remember that (for me).
Posted by: Liz Ness | 13 August 2007 at 12:41 AM
What precious birds... I love how sweet they are and what they symbolize. We must all let go and fly sometime in our lives- it's Chelsea's turn now...
xoxo
Posted by: Regina Clare Jane | 13 August 2007 at 01:51 AM
I am a big believer in signs....so is the blue one hers now?
Posted by: tommiea | 13 August 2007 at 03:04 AM
Oh, those birds are darling and such a lovely reminder for Chelsea of her flight to California with her mamabird.
Posted by: susanna | 13 August 2007 at 05:03 AM
fly leetle birdie fly! Hang in there darling c! No worry those leetle birdies do come home to roost every now and again..family only gets bigger! think ahead at all of the new memories coming to make! xoxoxo
berrie
aka oneblueegg
aka mgm
my oh my how will you ever keep me straight? same ole me tho and thinking of you:)
Posted by: berrie | 13 August 2007 at 06:51 AM
Every experience holds information for us ... Chelsea, like the young bird leaving the nest, will fly with the strength of her wings. I'm sure you've prepared her well. Much peace & love, JP/deb
Posted by: JanePoe (aka Deborah) | 13 August 2007 at 07:14 AM
*sniff* It's so difficult to watch our little birds leave the nest. Beautiful post!
Posted by: Mardougrrl | 13 August 2007 at 07:39 AM
I wish i could always trust on that; let go and everything will as it should. It is like a mantra for me sometimes...
These birds are magic.
Posted by: Delila | 13 August 2007 at 10:02 AM
Oh my goodness that is just adorable! : )
Posted by: wendy | 13 August 2007 at 11:21 AM
oh what delightful birds! i love your story ... and i hope that chelsea's flight will be gentle on you!
Posted by: swampgrrl | 13 August 2007 at 02:40 PM
Charming birdies...
Charming story...
I would love to own one of those birdies...
Posted by: ParisBreakfasts | 13 August 2007 at 02:44 PM
PS
These remind me a little of those plaster of Paris birds we made in kindergarden...
We poured the wet plaster into the bird molds, waited impatiently...
And then then we got paint our own birds..
Where is my bird now..?
:)
Posted by: ParisBreakfasts | 13 August 2007 at 02:59 PM
How charming! A bluebird of happiness on trust. Isn't that the kind of wonderful thing that it makes your day to see?
Posted by: Laura at Blame It on Paris | 13 August 2007 at 10:23 PM
What delightful little birds. My little girls fled the nest and grew to be a beautiful women. Take heart
Posted by: Di Overton | 13 August 2007 at 11:45 PM
My dear, dear, Corey. You make me smile, cry, remember, look forward. Every emotion is stirred by your photos and words. Chelsea's sweet, still childlike hands holding the bird tug at my heart with memories of my Aimee as a little girl. She is now a beautiful woman with a loving heart and a free spirit. We are so blessed to have such wonderful creatures in our lives!
Posted by: Elaine | 14 August 2007 at 03:24 AM
This was so touching and poignant. Every little bird was born to fly :)
Posted by: Bejeweled | 14 August 2007 at 03:26 AM
Those birds are too lovely. I want one! Artist everywhere.
And your wise words are lovely too.
;)
Posted by: Amber | 14 August 2007 at 05:10 AM
FLY
little blue one
fly away...
into the world
that
you will shape
with
your own hands
with
your own dreams
FLY
into the blue
little blue...
xox - eb.
Posted by: eb | 14 August 2007 at 05:46 AM
What lovey little birds.
Thankfully, even though the nest may empty, the branches of the family tree still stay full - like the swallows returning to Capistrano, they do come back home to roost, every now and then!
Posted by: tinker | 14 August 2007 at 07:00 AM
Un air de poésie au creux des mains !
Posted by: Kristin | 14 August 2007 at 09:36 AM
They do fly and they SOAR!!
Posted by: stephanie | 15 August 2007 at 04:58 PM
I must go to Mendocino...
It will be gradual, you know. She will be back again and again; she'll never really go. You know what I mean. xoxo
Posted by: Colette | 17 August 2007 at 03:43 AM
Oh God, Corey, you made me cry again. I love those ceramic bids, how charming they are and the way they are sold.
Let me tell you a little story of what happened here at our house, named "el Nido" last week; Pigeons roost on our sills, we always have nests, eggs, budgies, adolescents, adults, and even (dead ones, eek), doing their pidgie thing.
I had been photographing one bird from egg to maturity every few days, worrying whether his parents would make it back each day to feed him.
This went on for weeks. He got just as big as his mama and papa yet still demanded food loudly. Two days ago I woke up to find he had finally decided to fly off to the rest of his life, or maybe he had to be pushed.
I decided that he would have had no way of knowing he could fly unless something pushed him out into the air where his nature would show him what to do.
I learned the value of being booted into who we are, even when we have no notion of our untried strengths just then.
My loving flying out to you and Chelsea.
Posted by: Shelley Noble | 20 August 2007 at 12:01 AM