Deep in thought without a sound in the house, I was suddenly startled by a thud against the kitchen window. I knew what it was – another poor bird falling victim to the clean glass between it and the luscious plants on the inside.  OK, my 30+ year old Christmas cactus is dying from a fungal disease, but my goal is to keep the story happy – except for the poor bird.  At the moment, I thought “there’s the universe telling me to get up and move around again”, so I went outside to check the accident scene and stretch my legs.  No casualties to report today, thank goodness!

          The next morning however, I was awestruck by the imprint I could see with the sun at just the right angle.  I was sitting at the island eating some cinnamon Life cereal when my eyes spotted a dust-like image of the bird on the glass!  The detail I could see, at just the right light angle, was exquisite!  Each chest feather, the wings, beak, and that haunting eyeball!  It was truly remarkable!  So I tried to take a picture of it.  The one here is the best, though not great due to the continually moving morning sun and the fear of my cereal getting soggy.  I also looked around the backyard one more time to make sure there was no carnage.  Although, if there had been a dead bird in the backyard last night, I’m sure the family of opossums who come to clean up all the leftover bird seed and peanuts would have taken care of it.

          So here is my ghost bird, or a ghost-like impression of the poor bird with an obvious concussion.  Just when I was wondering about a new blog post idea, one magically appears before my eyes.  It helps to look for little miracles in your day, and it beats the hell out of carrying a bag of anger around looking for someone to release it on.  Happy is, 85%of the time, a choice, or so they say.