When I was little my parents told me if I sprinkled salt on a robin's tail he would turn around to eat it, be distracted and I could catch him. Never realizing if I could get that close I could catch him anyway. So if you remember me running around the yard with a salt shaker when I was younger that is probably what I was doing, not taking tequila shots.
I have sprinkled a lot of salt since then. Salt on wishes, trust, and love just to name a few. Hoping to catch them. Even though at times in my life the those things had let me down I still tried. I have wondered sometimes if I tried too much. I wonder sometimes if I want too much.
(A little side note on my relationship with robins) My cousin knocked a robin's nest out of a tree when I was little and I didn't stop him. The eggs broke and when I told my parents they said I was just as guilty because I did nothing to stop him. They also told me robin's were mad at me. Every time one landed in the yard I was scared to death, let two or more show up and I thought they were having an uprising. Man, no wonder I am a wacko!
Maybe this is it and I am missing it all because I always have my salt shaker. I think we are all given crossroads in our life. Choices. Which path do you take? Reach down and catch him or carry a salt shaker around? A couple of years ago I started reaching down. I became a better person too although a more curious person. Am I reaching far enough? Have I actually caught my robin? Guess time will tell.
Put the salt shaker down (its not good for your blood pressure) and take a chance with your eyes closed. Maybe you will catch the robin...Until then
Keep Rockin
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