American Robins

I know that this isn't my imagination, unless I am one of those feeble persons, so open to suggestions that my entire body changes with the mere whiff of one (and I'm not ruling that out entirely) but my whole outlook has changed since I've been reading Elizabeth Gilbert's book. Even my dogs seem to relate better to me. Yesterday it was sunny and I could hardly contain my melancholy. Today, it is gray everywhere and yet everything is vibrant green. This, I know, will sound, very very strange, but it was for a moment as if I'd forgotten that there was anything beyond the here and now, or to quote from this book "Just as there exists in writing a literal truth and a poetic truth, there also exists in a human being a literal anatomy and a poetic anatomy. One you can see, one you cannot. One is made of bones and teeth and flesh; the other is made of energy and memory and faith. But they are both equally true."

There is an account on page 142 of 'eat, pray, love' of Gilbert's first 'succesful' experience with meditation and it quite literally leaves you breathless.

Two American robins (black head, yellow beak, orange breast) are bathing in the pool and drying themselves on the branches of the eucalyptus. I do not think this a coincidence. (ha ha, that was a joke).