bluebird of happiness

reddirtlattes/ April 19, 2011/ Uncategorized/ 9 comments

At the end of work on the first film I did, my sweet young co-star gave me a small glass bird, the bluebird of happiness. It became a symbol for me for the next 20 years. No matter where I moved, what hardships occurred, that bluebird was a reminder that someone and something had given me happiness. In our first month of living in Uganda the girl who was working for us broke my bluebird, shattering it into pieces. Here I was, away from all I knew, the identity I had created for myself, my friends, my comfort, and the smashing of that bluebird became incredibly symbolic. As each day moved forward in East Africa, I felt myself peeling like a snake, until deep in, I was naked and raw. I started to dream that I died. Most people, from my understanding (and as I had always done in the past), wake up just before dying in a dream. But in these dreams that came and stayed for months, I actually died. I would wake up in tears, shaking, because I was still alive. That is how real they were. I look back now and realize I was dying in a way. I was letting go of everything I didn’t need anymore, but I didn’t know who I was anymore either. The dreams stopped for a while, but I had one again the other night. I died twice in that one. But it’s been a long road now and I am starting to look through different eyes. I am starting to lean forward, less tilting back. Instead of waking up scared this time, I woke up in awe; thinking, I am still changing, I am still letting go, I am still in flakes, and I can’t wait to see what will grow and take hold in its place. Because no-one and nothing can give you happiness. We must create it within ourselves. And guess what I caught a glimpse of the other day on the streets of Rome? A new bluebird of happiness. One with wings.

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  1. thank you for visiting my blog and i am very glad to return the favor. you are a terrific writer. what great insight and what an apt metaphor.

    and you are on a worthy journey. :^)


    1. thanks kj. and aren’t we all.

  2. oh my gosh that would scare me so much. but i love how you’ve turned something scary into something postive. and kj (hi kj!) is right, you are a brilliant writer.

    don’t worry about the follower thing (i’ll stop that now 🙂
    i know how to find you.

    1. thank you. writing is my passion. and photography sometimes a way into a story.

  3. Oooh I’ve had dreams about dying, where I actually die. Weird.

    Great piece.

    1. yeah. weird and crazy. but you know, it’s made me less afraid of it.

  4. this really touched me. most people are never forced to go deeper and let go of their former selves in order to create a new, better, deeper self. I think it’s a blessing – though it’s difficult when you’re in the midst of it. I’m really enjoying your writing Sabrina!

  5. moving outside your comfort zone can be very painful, but so necessary for growth. love

  6. Love the symbolism. This is beautiful.

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