the blue birds are moving back in the hood. busy fixin up their house. again. and again. the birdhouse was here when i moved in. but symbolically, it was more than a birdhouse. and i had forgotten my task of getting myself one to create a presence. i had sat with a remarkable Russian woman and she guided me internally with visualization. she was teaching me about freeing my heart. she was quite beautiful and powerful. time passes. positive intention. but we forget. when i moved in and saw the birdhouse, i remembered. and when i realized it housed the Bluebird of Happiness, i thought life is really interesting a lot. just pay more attention.