Big Skies
Walking onto a building site today and I spotted this little robin trapped, he was frantically flying into the large window at the front of the first floor of the building, trying to get out, trying to get back to the ‘big open’. I’m not sure how he got there, maybe he took a wrong turn, or maybe he had a message to whisper to somebody. They are little messengers. I was talking to my friend Robbie in the boxing gym last week, about how I like being in wide open spaces, how I love the ‘big open’, the big skies. He’s said he’s the same, he runs on the beach. He also said how he thought that being indoors sometimes meant that your thoughts couldn’t escape you, like the walls and ceilings and glass ricocheted and deflected the thoughts back at you. So based on his theory, if you’re having bad thoughts, it’s better to be in wide open spaces. I’d never thought of it like that. I’ve often thought that books dampen the frequency of bad thoughts though. If you’re somewhere with lots of books, they act as I kind of buffer, and soak up the white noise, the psychic clutter. Maybe bad thoughts are a frequency we tune into, like sound. Maybe we’re always hearing/ receiving some type of universal-cosmic music, and the times when we are having bad thoughts are merely times when we are attuning to some particularly shit playlist. Obviously, this is all conjecture; but places with lots of books and wide-open spaces really help me.
Anyway, during the course of my life, I keep finding these little birds that need help. One’s that are a bit lost or keep flying into windows that they can’t see, hitting barriers that they don’t understand. It’s been a real theme of late. And I kind of see the whole world in them, little bits of me, little bits of others. How I like helping people, and how sometimes I want to fly free from a site but can’t quite figure out how. How I crave those big open skies and my walks, how being stuck inside isn’t really for me. Today I whispered the Robin a little message before I set it free, a message to take to somebody else who needs a bit of a reminder. I think it’ll carry it on. I think they are messengers, I think this one today was for me, I’m having a day off tomorrow, maybe there’s some of the robin and the rescuer in all of us, maybe today, me and that robin set each other free.
Ged Thompson