Lessons I Teach Myself
Lessons I Teach Myself
In a faraway land, way up above the clouds, across from care-bear land and the milky way, lived a giant bird. She had the eyes of a tiger and the wings of a hawk. She would often look at the earth below, and the people in it, wondering when will they ever stop hurting themselves.
Occasionally she would come down to earth, to visit a squirrel named Buzz.
Buzz lived in the tropical amazon forest of Brazil. He lived in a majestic tree house near a family of monkeys, and luscious bamboos and poison ivy. The monkeys often made too much noise to his taste, but they were decent neighbors overall. Buzz had particular taste, and often wore a vest made out of beer metal can tops. Ones he found in the city. He only visited the city once, because the smell of gasoline, and the sounds of machinery, weren't pleasant for our little elderly squirrel. He was a gentle creature of habit, and he lived for his visits from our giant bird. He loved her. And she loved him. He knew it. She knew it. But they also knew they could never do a thing about it. After all, she was a bird, and he was a squirrel. To each their own...Such were the ways of nature, they thought.
One day, our giant bird was making her way down to earth to visit Buzz. This time her commute was a tad longer as a couple of care bears hitched a ride on her back. When she arrived - it was already night time. And as she tip toed her way towards Buzz's tree house, she heard the shrieks of the fireflies and the owls. There was something different in the air, she felt.
As Buzz heard her thumps, he came rushing breathlessly.
He cried out 'I, I, I am banished. They took my home. They want me out!' They want me DEAD! '
'They', our giant bird wondered. She had heard that term before, but Buzz was usually more specific with his words. He was a stickler for words actually, so his behavior was peculiar. As his panic grew stronger, and cries grew louder, our giant bird started recognizing the agony in his words. She had heard these type of cries before. In the rhinos in Africa, in the leopards in Russia, the ferrets in North America. It was cries of fear: the fear of banishment. The fear of destruction. The fear of EXTINCTION.
Our giant bird spread open her giant wing and embraced Buzz with it. He calmed down a bit as he felt her warm velvety feathers. They reminded him of being in the womb so many years before. Life was simple then, he thought. The giant bird stayed wrapping her wings around Buzz until morning, and when she woke, she saw: The forest was in flames. Trees were chopped. Animals were brutally killed. Destruction was everywhere.
What could a bird do against the cranes, technology, and the violence of humans?
She knew her strength couldn't compare to theirs, but our giant bird thought of herself as a savior. She couldn't sit sideways or fly back to her clouds seeing the horrors below.
She remembered a motto her own mother taught her: 'Some can and some cannot. The only way to find out if you CAN is by doing WHATEVER YOU CAN.' With that motto echoing loudly in her mind, the giant bird whispered in Buzz's ears to find shelter. He ducked in a rabbit hole, huddled with a couple of rabbits, a snake and three snails, while she leaped up to her feet to do what she did best: FLY.
It was the one thing she could do, that humans couldn't.
She flew high enough so she could see the humans in their automobiles, dripping with sweat, with eyes twinkling of greed. 'From a bird's eye -- one can see it all', she thought. 'Those humans are blinded by their greed, how will I make them see what I see?' She thought. And then as if a muse had kissed her, an idea dropped in, like it was... magic.
She started flying faster. And faster. And faster. Fast enough for a small tornado to emerge out of the trees near Buzz's now destroyed tree-house. As she flew faster, the tornado grew bigger, and bigger, and before long, it directed the flames towards the humans. Vengefully, the tornado followed their cars, as if - with some irony - it was banishing THEM.
As the humans fled away, they clenched to their hearts in mortal fear, and crossed their arms, repeatedly crying out the God-fearing words 'Oh my God!'
'I suppose that is the language of humans', our giant bird thought.
Once the fearful people finally disappeared from view, our giant bird spread her wing wide enough to lift a WAVE up from a lake nearby, and poured it on the inflamed forest.
It was a tzunami of the best kind. One that could restore the nature of the forest.
The fire began cooling down, and eventually turned into ashes.
The trees were grateful, the animals were saved, and the giant bird was the true savior that she was born to be. As she landed, she faced Buzz, and her eyes said it all: It was LOVE. She did it for love.
The humans never returned to the forest again. They told the legend of a godly creature guarding the forest, for years to come. They named her 'Mother Nature.'
And Buzz returned to his tree house, and made it even more magnificent than before, and our giant bird would frequently visit him and the loud monkeys nearby. And the forest?
The forest lived happily ever after.
Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog that may, or may not be, of any significance to anyone other than herself. If you found her lil' life lessons, stories, poems and blurbs meaningful to you, well that's f**ing amazing! Comment and share so she can pat herself in the back - she doesn't do that nearly enough. Cheers.