Atomic Biscuits - 20250119 - Altared States

This week I had a moment to reflect one morning...and in that quiet space I noticed some birds, furiously pecking and moving about in a small motley flock, finding worms or seeds in the particularly cold morning frost. I had not recalled seeing different types of birds working in concert like this, but they did... all scurrying around quickly. And I thought about how much this is like our own lives...when things are coldest, and uncomfortable, how we scurry around sorting things out...staying warm...finding strange bedfellows...working together for survival and common goals...and how those that do make it are wiser and stronger, and can help in the future when winter storms come and there is no escape from its harshness.
It's a hard lesson.