Surrender: Sometimes you've just got to stop and watch the parrots.

This year seems to be the year of the e-course.  I've done multiple photography e-courses already, and now I'm doing a scrap-booking one.  I know.  Who would have thunk it?  Actually, I liked the concept of the course - One Little Word - so much, that I would not be dissuaded by the fact that it was a scrap-booking course.  Please understand that I have nothing against scrap-booking.  I have many friends who scrap-book, and who are amazing at it.  My hesitation rests solely on the fact that I have tried it, and I am terrible at it.
Regardless, One Little Word is based on the idea of finding a word that you focus on for the year.  A whole year.  A word that can represent a change you want to make, an attitude you want to nurture, or just a word that enriches your life.  It was easy for me to choose my word - surrender.
As I learn more about myself, and what is truly important to me, I have discovered that I need to learn how to surrender.  Surrender myself to God and His plan for my life.  Surrender my need to control my circumstances and the people around me.  Surrender my negative patterns and thoughts.  Surrender to my inner child and learn to just have fun.  We are into the third month of the year, and already the word surrender means so much more to me than it did when I began.

So what does that have to do with parrots, you may ask?  Today I was rushing to pick up Lily from her after-school drawing class.  I had my son, Dylan, with me, and it was a rush out the house, rush to the car, rush to get him strapped into his chair.  We weren't even late.  I am just so programmed to 'rush' everywhere.  As we got to the car, I noticed that the flock of parrots I'd seen on and off for the last few weeks were back in the tree outside our house.  I had tried multiple times to get pictures of them without success.  So I rushed - ha - back into the house, and grabbed my camera.  I walked slowly and carefully to the tree and started snapping away.  By now Dylan was whining because he was strapped into his chair and couldn't see a thing.  I let him out, and together we watched the parrots flit and dance in the tree above our heads until his squeals and yelling finally scared them off.  But you know what?  Two, three or even one month ago, I may not have stopped to watch the parrots.  I may not have taken the time to enjoy these beautiful, mysterious birds in the tree overhead.  I would have stuck to the "plan" in my head, the plan that said it was now time to pick up Lily from school, and no deviation from the plan was allowed.  Today I surrendered that plan, and allowed myself the joy of watching parrots in the trees.  Surrender.  It's not as scary a word as you might believe it to be.

The next picture is just for fun.  There is a parrot flying away from the camera toward the tree.  Can you see it?