This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle.  In Bodega Bay, you know all about the reputation of the birds here.

But as I have found out, the older I get, the more I could care less about a reputation.

When handsome oozes out from every beautiful, brindle hair on my perfect body, my reputation needs no introduction.  And for the birds here, they don’t know about their reputation.  They don’t know about the movie made about them that scared everyone on the planet.

All they know is that they are birds, and that they are in a wonderful place.

But what they don’t know is that just by the presence of one of their own…one small, little blackbird, that they could help Girl Person accept what she cannot change.

One small, little blackbird has life wrapped around his wings, and he showed Girl Person yesterday thru her tears that life was not about expectation.  Life was not about things lost.  Life was about change and what could be out there if she allowed herself to see it without seeing the things that could not be.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for the moment to arise

As you have probably guessed, things are not looking good on the little house.  The persons have called, left messages, wrote letters, talked to all the neighbors.  And although we don’t have a no at this point, as Sheriff, I can only state the obvious.  Maybe they want to hold onto the most perfect house we have ever seen for themselves.  And I can’t even arrest them for that.  Because they have every right and reason to do so.  If it was my little red house, I would never let it go either.

Sometimes, you just need a good cry.  At least that is what Girl Person says.  And yesterday?  Well, I suppose she had to do it.  She said it was cleansing, almost like watching the little blackbird playing in the water.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life,
You were only waiting for the moment to be free

Girl Person told me that I might remember her saying that she would work as hard as she could to make it back here to this Sonoma place.  And when she said that over five years ago, I believed her.  And she did work hard.  But she worked so hard that she couldn’t enjoy much of anything.  Her only chance at happiness she thought was here.  So she wrapped all of her hopes and dreams on one thing.  And lost sight of everything else good around her.  Once we got back here a few months ago, we were happy to be here.  And it was as wonderful as we had imagined it to be.  Although it would have been our first choice to stay here, apparently, it probably is not going to happen unless something changes before next Wednesday.  And we have to accept that.

Girl Person says that she has just realized something since yesterday.  I can only imagine that the blackbird talked to her and told her so.

You see, happiness in life is not dependent on one thing.  Happiness in life is not dependent on one house or one town or one state.  Happiness is dependent on what we make of our lives and how we deal with things we cannot change.  It is up to us to deal with disappointment, realizing that what didn’t work out may lead us to something even better.

And Girl Person was told by the blackbird that when you feel injured and that you can’t go on, that is the time to see how far you can soar.

Black bird fly, black bird fly
Into the light of the dark black night

Sometimes, when we are disappointed, we don’t want to fly.  And although Girl Person could feel herself being chased by that Depression Monster again yesterday, she realized that any blackbird could chase it right back.  She was stronger than this.  Her focus she told me and Digby is to find us a yard and a place to relax.  If that place is not here, maybe there is a yard in that Florida place just waiting for us to pee on it.  And so when we leave here next week, we will know we did our best.  We left no stone unturned.  We enjoyed our time here more than words can say…even more than Digby can howl.

Girl Person says that in years past, she would have made it her goal to get back here one day.  She would have made it her passion to buy that little house even if it took years to do it.  But no.  Sometimes, life is what you make of it at the time.  Maybe we were only meant to enjoy it here for a short time in order to appreciate it more.  Will Bodega Bay always be in our hearts?  I don’t need to tell you that it will.  But I do need to say thank you blackbird.  Thank you for showing us that life’s winds will take us where we need to go.  It is up to us to soar.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for the moment to arise

-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

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