Mockingbird

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photo credit: Derek Stoner

On May 12, 2017 I was out walking in the early morning hours, working off the positive energy built up while building this site. It was about 2:30 a.m. ET here on the east coast of the United States. I was just short of 2 blocks from my house when a mockingbird began to sing as I passed by.

The thing is… I had my earbuds in, listening to some music when it began. However, the player was between tracks, allowing me to actually hear the bird’s song commence. Had the circumstances been different, I’d have walked right on by without ever experiencing this moving moment in time.

The song was so beautiful, close, and rare. Such solitude also affording the opportunity for a clear recording, free from vehicle noise, other birds, and the basic sounds of life that occur during more active hours. Thrilled, I turned off my music and turned on the audio recorder native to my iPhone 5. Below is that piece. It does contain a number of shuffling sounds as i moved the cell around in my hand, and eventually placing it on the street at my feet. I decided not to edit it out so as to offer a pure version of the experience.

I went into the recording process thinking if I got a few minutes of this oddity before the mockingbird ceased its song I’d be thrilled. Never in my wildest dreams did I think it would still be crooning 45 minutes later. At one point I even laid down right in the middle of the street to fully take in the joy. The ground was slightly cool, and even my front zipped hoodie and light scarf couldn’t keep my back and butt from feeling the chill. No matter. I was in heaven and enjoyed every moment!

After about 45 minutes I decided it was time to go home. Figured someone might eventually wander by and wonder what the heck I was doing in vertical display on the concrete, so I got up, flipped off the recorder, and turned to head home. Funny thing is… when I reached the end of the block, ready to cross over into the final leg of my journey home, the mockingbird stopped singing. I smiled, knowing this song had been just for me; a moment shared with this mockingbird and with Source.

photo credit: unknown at lemerg.com

 

 

 

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