Sometimes the most healing thing you can do...
... is sit outside and watch the birds.
I’m sat in my garden feeling absolutely exhausted today, after doing a lot of work yesterday including a two-hour live event on Insight Timer, which always takes it out of me.
And as I’m sitting here, looking up at the sky and watching the birds fly above my head, I’m completely fascinated by them.
I always am.
Where are they going?
How do they know where they’re going?
Do they go back to the same place every day?
And when they fly in twos… are they couples?
Are they in love?
There is something about birds that feels so magical and magnetic to me.
It’s like they live the same way I do.
Not literally of course… I don’t eat worms or shit on cars.
But there is something about the way birds move through the world that feels deeply familiar to me.
They are free, but not lost.
Wild, but not careless.
They trust their instinct.
They follow the crumbs.
When I watch them, it doesn’t feel like I’m just watching birds.
It feels like I’m watching little flying mirrors of myself.
Tiny feathered reminders that life is more intuitive than we’ve been taught to believe.
That sometimes you don’t need a five-step plan, a spreadsheet, a strategy, or a fucking blueprint. Sometimes you just know when it’s time to fly.
Sometimes something powerful inside you knows exactly where to go next.
Even if your mind is standing there like an idiot asking someone else to tell you where to go.
That’s why sitting in the garden watching birds fly feels so healing to me.
Because it pulls me out of the human bullshit.
Out of the overthinking.
Out of the doing.
Out of the pressure.
Out of the endless noise of what I should be trying next, fixing next, building next, becoming next.
Just lying there, looking up at the sky, watching birds fly above your head, can genuinely be a form of inner healing if you let it be.
Because in that moment, you stop trying to force life.
You stop trying to solve yourself.
You stop trying to turn healing into another fucking job.
And instead, you remember - you remember that life is happening all around you in the most beautiful, ordinary, and extraordinary ways.
You remember that instinct exists.
That rhythm and flow exists.
That movement doesn’t always need to be forced.
And that there are living things out there navigating the world through trust, timing, sensitivity, awareness, and some invisible inner compass… and maybe you are one of them too.
The birds feel like medicine because they remind me who I am.
A creature of instinct.
A creature of sensitivity.
A creature of rhythm.
A creature that was never meant to live every second trapped in logic, productivity, and proving.
Yes, sometimes healing is deep and dark and dramatic and life-changing.
But sometimes inner healing is just lying in the garden, exhausted, looking up.
Watching the birds fly, remembering that you are nature too.
Not separate from it. Part of it.
That’s all I wanted to say.
Sending you love wherever you are around the world may beautiful dreamer,
Saskia x
P.S. I have a powerful new live event happening next Saturday 8.30pm on Insight Timer. It’s called ‘The House of Forgotten Rooms’ and it’s going to be powerful AF 🥷
Bellisimo.