complicated-- no answers

Lynn Ruth,

Do not fire your Brazilian cleaning lady. The older I get, the more difficult life seems to become. I used to think in terms of black and white but these days I see all the different shades of grey. As I am writing this, a bird races by my window with twigs in its beaks;(s)he is building a nest under the eaves of the garage. This bird does not have to think to about immigration issues-- all it feels is a natural urge to build a nest. No questions asked...I sometimes wish my life were as simple as that, without blogs that question this, that and the other.
When I lived in Denver, a little naked baby bird fell out of its nest onto our back patio. It survived the fall and I was wondering what to do. Could I save this little blind baby that tried to crawl on the patio, its beak opened wide? I had a little baby in the crib inside and I could not let it die, so I called the Denver Zoo-- and asked for the bird department. I got a German woman on the phone who heard me out and then told me in a heavy German accent: "You will have to kill sis bird." I hung up, calling her a Nazi, but she was right of course; we sometimes just have to follow Nature's laws and while Nature has no answers to immigration, I am in awe of this little busybody outside of my window and realize there's something very powerful about being, observing and listening, without judging, questioning or thinking: we have lost some of that art in our busy lives and while it does not answer your question, Lynn Ruth, it does bring us back to our center and the silence of being.