There was an invisible bird inside the Fresno Yosemite International Airport a couple days ago. He came flying over to the rows of seats and started hopping around. I had just finished reading an interview with Thich Nhat Hanh and was in a mindful mood, so I saw him. What a delight.
I looked around at the other people waiting for their flights and noticed that no-one else saw the bird. He was hopping under the chair of one lady and I was certain that she would see. She wasn’t doing anything else — no laptop, no cell phone, no book. No bird.
I watched his shadow after he went too far under the seats for me to see feathers. Hop, hop, hop. I looked around and couldn’t see how he got inside, but he didn’t seem to care so neither did I.
What else will I see on those rare occasions when I open my eyes?
Significantly,
Susan Scot Fry
Update… No matter how wide I open my eyes, I can’t see the path in front of me — which is what I’ve really wanted to see.
A Year of Significance 
There’s a pigeon that takes the train from Howard to Jarvis most days. He’ll walk in, go to a corner of the train, when Jarvis is called, he’ll wait at the door, and fly out when the doors open.
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That Rocks!
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The other day I almost caused a traffic jam to slow down and see a hawk swoop low to the ground for it’s prey. It almost paced the car. It was a beautiful red tailed hawk. It was georgous and graceful. The person behind me honked loud and long at me. I’m glad I see things that other people miss. There’s a lot of beauty out there.
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