Singing with a Raven

13 Jul

He flew around and kept landing near me as I worked my way around the track, watching me.  As I’d run by one side, he’d hop over to the other side and wait. 

Finally, around lap 5, he started singing at me. So I sang the same thing back. And yes, I did think of the Mocking Jay.
So he sang 3 notes, then I did. Then he sang 4, so I did.  Then 1, then 2 pause 1, then 4 fast. He changed it up every time,  for half a lap.
And I mimicked him back exactly every time. 
What fun!!!
Yes mama, I read up on him and his meaning. Looking forward to appreciating what ever happens in the next few days.

2 months since I quit smoking. Feeling pretty good about that!!


I have to wrap my wrists really tight, but I can do 5 pushups as of today!

Ain’t nothin gonna keep me down!

Be excellent,  And on the way, get better every day.


1 Comment

Posted by on 13/07/2015 in Uncategorized


One response to “Singing with a Raven

  1. leeannimal403

    18/07/2015 at 17:32

    That picture..that much truth! I love it 🙂



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