Buzzards, Bats, and Bumblebees

by bkajlich

Today has officially been completely craptastic.  I realize that this is now two posts in a row that I have included the word crap…. it’s all truly going downhill in a hurry.

I am in a funk.  No denying it.  I think that the word “funk” is reserved for those occasions when you feel bad, sad, lost, frustrated, stuck, etc… but can’t put your finger on exactly why you feel that way.  I mean, I certainly have some pretty great guesses, but I couldn’t say specifically which of these is taking center stage right now.

It’s days like these that I long for a beautiful dark and gloomy Seattle rain, so I could curl up in a ball in bed and have a pity party, table for one please.  Hard to feel sorry for myself with all this beautiful California sun.

Also. Hard to feel sorry for myself when I know how incredibly lucky I am.

But still.  When it hurts, it hurts.

And then my dear meditation teacher, who has an UNCANNY knack for knowing exactly where I am mentally at any moment, sends me THIS:


If you put a buzzard in a pen that is 6 feet by 8 feet and is entirely open at the top, the bird, in spite of its ability to fly, will be an absolute prisoner. The reason is that a buzzard always begins a flight from the ground  with a run of 10 to 12 feet. Without space to run, as is its habit, it will not even attempt to fly, but will remain a prisoner for life in a small jail with no top.


The ordinary bat that flies around at night, a remarkable nimble creature in the air, cannot take off from a level place. If it is placed on the floor or flat ground, all it can do is shuffle about helplessly and, no doubt, painfully, until it reaches some slight elevation from which it can throw itself into the air. Then, at once, it takes off like a flash.


A bumblebee, if dropped into an open tumbler, will be there until it dies, unless it is taken out. It never sees the means of escape at the top, but persists in trying to find some way out through the sides near the bottom. It will seek a way where none exists, until it completely destroys itself..

And we humans too..we are creatures of habit.  Never realizing that the answer, solution, and escape route… is to simply look up.  Just look up.

Cheer up Charlie, give me a smile.

Oh, crap. 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂

(and I am smiling).