Clawing My Blessings

Monday, March 29, 2021


Hey, You …

Today is my birthday!!!!!!!!

I treat my birthday like an anniversary of all the good things in my life.  Even all the bad, because therein is an opportunity to consider why I’m labeling anything ‘bad’ and another opportunity to learn a lesson, or two … even from the ‘bad’ things.

Looming over us this past year has been Ms. Corona.

Can you believe it’s been a year?!  Now more than year, actually.

I began reflecting and thinking about a lot in my life in this past year and in years past.

If you’d told me at the beginning of 2020 a global pandemic would keep me from being able to celebrate my birthday, in person, with friends and family in that year and in the next … of course, I would have slowly sashayed away from you and your delusion.  But you would’ve been right.

And I thought if you’d told me when I was 20 years old almost everyone would have a cellphone with access to the internet at the touch of a finger … again, I would have wished you well and prayed for you.

I thought if you’d told me when I was 8 years old that when I grew up, rotary phones would be antiques and some people wouldn’t even have, or need, a landline.  I would’ve asked you … What is a landline?  Because there was nothing other than a cord-in-the-wall phone for us to even know it was technically called a landline.

I thought about these things yesterday when I was holding Agnes, a beautiful Harris’ Hawk at Rodney Stott’s aviary. What a blessing it’s been to meet Rodney.  The Universe is infinitely wise.

I thought about where I’ve been.  What I’ve done.  What I’ve yet to do.  And, then I was just present, with Agnes.

Just she and I, present, on my birthday.

Present.  Whole.  Loved.  A collection of blessings.

Thank you for sharing my birthday with me.

Thank you for all the emails, texts, phone calls, cards, songs, birds, etc.  Yes, some of you are very creative.

If you’d told me yesterday, I couldn’t be anywhere else but there, with birds, and with people who love nature, and everything good and honest, and birthdays. 

If you’d said … This is where María Elena Montero is supposed to be.

You would be right.

Find your space, love.  Find your flock.  Find your tribe.  You deserve it.

Happy birthday to me!

Happy birthday to you!

Thank you for being my friend.



The mighty Agnes, adult Harris’ Hawk, and I.

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