A BIRD’S EYE VIEW

A BIRD’S EYE VIEW

This week has been a catharsis for me. It was the anniversary of my husband’s death and this year for whatever reason it seemed to bring all levels of emotions to the surface which I have finally been able to put to rest, I believe it was a purging of some sort.I don’t know if that’s the right word to use but that’s what it felt like.  It’s been healing and has allowed me to look back and smile this morning. A chain of events this week had set all this in motion including my loss of voice which always happens when emotions rise for me. It took me a few days to get here but I am living in the moment and that’s important to me. I’m looking at my suitcase in a lonely hotel room and wondering, did I have to leave home in order to get here? I guess I did.

I’d like to write one final story for now, there’s hundreds more but I’m happy to let them rest, it’s time.  We had our own little family in Mexico and they consisted of loved pets. We had two rescue monkeys, Mona Lisa and Clayton, who I’m sure have been filmed and shown all over the world, my husband and myself  included. There is one photo of myself in a bikini on the beach with Mona Lisa wrapped around my neck that has had over a million hits on it, that’s awhile ago, we can probably add a few more onto that now.  I tried so hard to get that photo off the Internet, it  was hopeless. She was a piece of work! Loved her Rum and if you made the mistake of having an afternoon siesta and left her out of her cage, it was a disaster. She loved money like her true master Dom, I am laughing here,  she would go after his wallet and eat his money. She loved it in the literal sense! Clayton was my sweetheart, protector and he had his own unique  sense of sweet personality.

Clayton’s perspective of Playa.

We were spending so much time in Mexico that I decided I would take my African Grey parrot down with me, who we called Sunny. They have the largest vocabulary of any parrot and it does not take them long to pick up on any phrase or word, which I used to full advantage once I got to Mexico. I was told it was going to be a long and hard process to achieve this. I started out slowly with the paperwork and red tape, believe me there was lots and it was costly. After six months of going through all the hoops I had everything in order. I was told he would have to go into cargo when I checked in at the airport. I felt the tears welling up in my eyes as I knew he’d never make it, they are very susceptible to temperature change. At that moment the captain was walking by, myself and Sunny had caught his attention, he came over to have a look at what was in the small cage and smiled at me, then took the agent aside. They talked for about five minutes and the agent came back and said they could put Sunny in the stewardesses closet on board. I was elated and turned to thank the captain but he was gone. There is no way anything like this would happen today! Cannot not even imagine with all our securities in place!

Well turns out Sunny was going to have the whole airliner in stitches all the way down to Cancun. We had a five and a half hour flight and it was going to be a comedy. Sunny got placed in the closet and we all prepared for take off. About 20 minutes up the stewardess opens the door to get something, and Sunny says “Mimmo, don’t fart”. That’s Domenico’s nickname in Italian. The whole plane broke up and I’m sinking lower into my seat. Another few minutes pass by and the stewardess opens the door and Sunny says, “Estee, your pretty”.. another roar through the cabin. The third time she opens the door Sunny is warming up to the attention and tells “Mimmo where to go“. I have no idea where this bird had learned all these words from, I could only speculate. But at that point the captain comes and takes the parrot out and puts him on his shoulder and goes to the cockpit and Sunny had a birds eye view all the way to Cancun!

So this morning I felt as though I had another elevated view with a perspective of being an observer from above…simply put a bird’s eye view!

Copyright Es-tee Miller

“Yesterday is gone. Tomorrow has not yet come. We have only today. Let us begin.” ..Mother Teresa

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I know I'm a stargazing,skywatching,storm loving, sungazing addict. Environmentalist, political blogger, professional photographer, writer, artist...my favourite quote is: "If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has power to move you, if the simple things of nature have a message that you understand, rejoice, for your soul is alive". ~ Eleonora Duse ~ ...my soul is definitely alive.
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5 Responses to A BIRD’S EYE VIEW

  1. Chef Adrian says:

    What are you doing banging these out in the parking lot? Can’t believe it! Brava Es-tee. Beautiful! … The next chapter of your life will be completely different, that I know and it wil be filled with nothing but good things. Well done. Adrian

  2. Dev says:

    I remember that bird, the SOB bit me!!! so that’s how you got that little mother down there LOL Good story.

  3. tazzzzzzzzz says:

    He bit me too Dev! but boy could he talk. Fantastic story. I had no idea LOL Hope you’ve got your voice back.:)

  4. JACK says:

    This is just a great story. I think you should continue to share more, they are things that most of us would never experience and love hearing about. We are living vicariously through you now. LOL NOT kidding either. Jack

  5. Bruno says:

    LOL what a good story! No way anything like that is going to happen again. I think you should reconsider on the stories from that era of your life Es-tee. These are wonderful. I hope that hotel room isn’t looking so lonely anylonger.Namaste Bruno

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