This a nesting colony of birds off the Oregon Coast. I believe it is near Yaquina. When you go the this area you hear them before you see them all sqawking at once like a bunch of rowdy kids in classroom each trying to get the teachers attention.
I feel like of late that my mind is a lot like this rock with so many thoughts struggling for attention some good and some not so good. I try to live a positive life but sometimes those doubts creep in like these birds each yelling for attention of its own. I think so much so that sometimesit is hard to sort out the message in the chaos.Do you ever feel like this?
As a child growing up the farmers would often burn off a field or underbrush under a forest canopy because if left unattended these nonnative weeds would overtake the fields and forest and swallow them hole resulting in their death. I feel like of late I need to burn off the areas of my soul that have been allowing the weeds of doubt,depression,regret and the like to overtake the good parts and allow the remains of the burnt areas to fertilize a rebirth ,renewal or regeneration of the parts of me that has been buried under the underbrush for far too long, a belief in myself that I have worth and value and a rebirth hopefully of a creative side of myself that has been languishing of late from neglect.
I hope that with the winter rains of the Northwest that bring the life giving nourishment back to the earth that I find the purpose for my life again.
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