When she was a child, Magdalena loved to sit on a swing that hung in a huge oak tree in the garden of her grandparents. There were always many birds in the garden and little Maggie enjoyed listening to them, wondering what it was they were telling to each other.
When she was older she read that birds were singing either in order to mark their territory or to attract a potential partner. Magdalena didn’t believe this. There had to be more behind these beautiful sounds and melodies which sounded as if they comprehended more than the human language.
Every night at sunset she opened her window, sat on the windowsill and listened to the birds’ melodies, which she liked to imagine were stories about what each of the birds had experienced that day. She went that far to believe that some birds bore the soul of beloved people who had died years ago and who came down on earth to be close to the loved ones they had left behind.
Whenever she was listening to the birds Magdalena’s mind was lively and imaginative – as if she still was the little girl on the swing. And the fact that the birds could do this to her mind was proof enough for her to believe that there was more – much more – behind this mystery of the birds.
A beautiful lovely story!
Every morning from my bedroom, I can hear the birds singing and chirping. It is so melodic and beautiful and brings an air freedom with the sounds.
And most unusually, almost every Night, around midnight, sitting on my desk, just a few feet beyond my window in the tree, there is a bird who sings for a little while. He or she is just across from me and with my window open, it’s as if he’s just next to me. It is the most precious sound, in the middle of the night, hearing my birdie sing to me! I feel almost as if he’s serenading me. :)
Thank you for this lovely story Barbara.
Love
C.
How beautiful! As I read your story I was listening to the birds in my own back yard through the window and your story’s images were so lovely and poetic that I wanted to write…Thank you for the inspiration :)
Bird in the tree
your lilting song
clings to me
telling stories.
Sunset melodies swell
beloved voices of
the never forgotten.
My cheerful mystery
Bird in the tree.
Dear Melyssab79,
I am very proud to have inspired you to write such a lovely poem! :)
Love, Barbara
I love birds..sometimes i catch myself being lost in their song, like entering another reality, and hearing only their melodies..
Also Birds remind me of the old woman feeding the birds, in the Mary Poppins movie..
Feed the birds, tuppence a bag
Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag’
Though her words are simple and few
Listen, listen, she’s calling to you
‘Feed the birds, tuppence a bag
Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag’
Thank you for reminding me this movie..i loved it when i was a child.. (supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!!)
Love and Graditude
Annie
Dearest Annie I love the movie being still a .. child!!
Well feeding the ..pigeons is not very wise.. I have troubles from them, with dirt, making their nests under the ‘out unit’ of the air-conditions !! It is not very romantic. They cause damages to the buildings!
LOVE,
Thelma.
I like birds very much as well. When I see them and listen to them i feel my inner child :) I want to touch them but they always flee !!! :)
Bye’s
Beautifully, poetically said .. You made me dream, thank you, Barbara Zedler.
LOVE,
Thelma.
Clearify: Love first. Whatever comes with it, I will have to deal with. Now I really did confuse everybody involved – didn’t I. Maybe the “midgets” (Night in the Museum) and then the Cathedral is right? I think I need some more ringdoves!
When the going gets tough the ringdoves wake me up in the morning with soft and comforting curring outside my window. They have now followed me for a year – not only by curring, but also by showing up at the right moments and thereby giving me all sorts of signs. Last Friday they told me which choice to make: The medieval crown with red “rubies”. And then I’ll take what comes with it.
Someone who cares to talk to me to make some decisions now? :-)
I love birds singing. Thank you for your story.
Lovely Barbara Zedler. Absolutely lovely!
dupa ce am asteptat o perioda de refacere,imi dau seama ca trebuie sa continui acest drum..trebuie sa te caut..trebuie sa te gasesc…te rog sa ma ierti pentru desele suparari provocate..stiu ca esti suparata pe mine pentru ca am strigat in gura mare ca te iubesc..stiu ca nu poti uita ziua in care spuneam numele tau tuturor persoanelor pe care le intalneam…stiu ca vei tine foarte bine minte ziua cand ti-am cerut un leac pentru iubire..dar te rog..sa-mi dai inca o sansa….privind copacul inimii mele,din care au cazut aproape toate frunzele,aproape toate amintirile,constat ca a inflkorit totusi o floare..din ea se vor forma noi fructe..floarea aceea esti tu…imi este teama de acel moment cand vei parasi aceste ramuri..cred…aca din acel moment,care sper sa nu vina niciodata,vor curge numai lacrimi…..nu iti pot povesti intamplarile din calatoria mea spre implinirea visului.,,pentru ca sunt tragice…te rog..accepta aceasta invitatie..da-mi o sansa si vino sa te intalnesti cu mine…lasa-ma sa te imbratisez ..lasa-ma sa stau langa tine macar o clipa…spune-mi ca ma iubesti doar pentru cateva secunde..pentru ca,daca voi ajunge sa ating zambetul tau,voi intelege cat de frumoaa este eternitatea..doresc sa fiu cuprins de eternitatea iubirii…insa..acest copac inconjurat numai de iubire,isi are radacinile intr-un sol al amintirile..radacinile sunt singurele care se lupta cu insectele subterane…radacinile sunt in cautare de lacrimi,pentru a putea creste…cand copacul este trist,el invoca spiritul furtunii pentru a-l ajuta…furtuna spala ranile provocate de lupta cu singuratatea…dupa ce a stetrs toate urmele singuratii,furtuna dispare…atunci are loc aparitia curcubeului..care zambeste multumit copacului pentru ca a avut puterea sa-si invinga propriile limite…dupa ce totul pare terminat se produce aparitia celui mai frumos fenomen..vorbesc de aparitia ta..de aparitia unei fiinte angelice….atunci cand apari,imi inconjori trupul obosit de atata lupta…atunci imi dau seama ca floarea care s-a nascut in acest copac al inimii mele este iubirea..fructele ei sunt momentele magice de neuitat…iar tu,esti armonia din jurul meu..esti mirosul ametitor al naturii…esti zambetul soarelui care-mi incalzeste trupul..tu esti vantul care imi cutreiera ramurile…iar eu,sunt cel mai fericit copac de pe acest pamant…..iubire…speranta….iubire…
The magic moment where mix the emotions is the most beautiful of moments
yes ) its soundproof