☕️ Coffee with Lady Flava

What the Birds Have Come to Mean to Me

There was a time I didn’t pay attention to the birds.

They were just… there. Background noise. Something outside my window that didn’t have anything to do with me.

But somewhere along the way—life slowed me down a little.

Or maybe it sat me down.

And I started noticing.

The sound first.

Soft at times… loud at others… but always steady.

No matter what kind of day I was having, they were still out there doing what they do.

Singing. Moving. Living.

And I realized something…

The birds don’t carry stress the way we do.

They’re not thinking about yesterday.

They’re not worried about tomorrow.

They wake up… and they live.

There are mornings when my body doesn’t feel right.

When life feels a little heavier than I’d like it to.

And I’ll sit there… window cracked… just listening.

And somehow, without trying, I start to feel a shift.

Not because everything is fixed.

But because everything isn’t broken either.

The birds have become a reminder for me.

A reminder that life is still moving.

That peace doesn’t have to be loud.

That I don’t have to have everything figured out to have a good moment.

Sometimes… it’s just about sitting still long enough to notice what’s already good.

Now, I don’t hear them the same way anymore.

It’s not just noise.

It’s comfort.

It’s grounding.

It’s a quiet kind of reassurance that says…

You’re okay. Just be here for a minute.

And these days?

I don’t take that for granted.

Lady Flava ☀️🌻