Chickadeedeedee! I hear the bird’s call as I am leaving the house, just a few steps from my front door in Boulder, Colorado. There is something special about the repeated dee-dee-dee syllables. Once you really hear this call and begin to learn its meanings, you’re not likely to ignore it. Then you will have granted chickadee access to your mind. Just now, the chickadee’s call has cut through my busy thoughts with a bolt of clarity. Car keys in one hand, computer bag in the other, my mind filled with plans and planning, the map of the day unfolding ahead of me, looking up I see her, flitting on ...

 

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