A bird flew into a window above my head and fell right at my feet, dead! It was shocking and sad and I initially thought, “Oh my goodness, what does this MEAN? Is this an omen? A portent of evil?”
Then I looked up and realized that the bird had flown into a building made entirely of glass. There were trees reflected in the building. The poor bird was just misguided and flew into the illusion of a tree. I had to laugh at myself. How many times do we make “mountains out of molehills” (as my mother used to say). I feel badly for the bird but grateful for the reminder not to invent or add meaning to things that have nothing to do with me. Stevie Wonder sang: When you believe in things that you don't understand/Then you suffer /Superstition ain't the way, no, no, no . . .
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