"Sometimes adventure calls and we ignore it. We miss the opportunity for a lifetime of memories. Go ahead, be adventurous" ~Maria Villanueva

February 03, 2012

Once Upon A Time.....


It was the sound of birds singing that awoke her that summer morning.  The same sweet sound that had awakened her every day when she was just a little girl.  Long forgotten memories of those familiar sounds are now coming back to her as she slowly reaches for her white lacy robe.  She gently combs her long silver hair that has kept her company her whole life.  In fact, she can’t ever remember it being shorter than her mid back, and boy was she ever so proud of that.  The birds singing in the background as she gets dressed have now become a distant sound.  Sometimes she forgets she hears them at all.  She didn’t know it right then but that summer morning would be the last day she would hear them sing.  

Distant Memories take over her thoughts...........

She was eight years old as she jumped out of bed rushing to get ready for school.  She was like a little hummingbird fluttering about her morning.  As she ate her breakfast she could hear the sounds, the sounds of birds singing all around her. And there, sitting at the table in her favorite pink little dress, her feet barely reaching the floor, she could hear nothing but the birds.  

As a young eight year old, she didn't know it then that for the majority of her life she would try to replace those soothing sounds.  She tried replacing them with boy’s attention when she was a young lady.  As she got older, she tried replacing them with a career other girls would envy.  She tried replacing them with a car, a house, a diamond ring but nothing ever soothed her heart long enough for her to appreciate it.  She had reached all her dreams and still felt a part of her was empty.  Then one day, several years later, a pivotal event occurred.  While walking in the park she heard the sounds of birds singing and she realized instantly that it was the birds!  

She bought yellow birds, white birds red birds and all sorts of birds and a large cage to put them all in.  Life was finally beginning to make sense.  The birds filled that empty  space she had been trying to fill with the wrong things.  The sweet sound of birds singing  gave her the inner peace she needed to find meaning in her life.   

But now, decades later, sitting at the breakfast table looking out the window, she doesn’t notice the cage.  Dressed in her pale blue dress that highlights her silver hair, she barely hears them sing. 

~sharing this story with Beverly at How Sweet The Sound LINK


  1. Sweet story. Thanks for sharing. We are linky neighbors at Pink Saturday. Happy Pinks! ~ Sarah

  2. Lovely story and what a dainty display! I have always had dogs in my life and they do calm the soul! Well, I do have a bird and he does not sing or it certainly is not soothing! Have a great weekend!

  3. Maria~
    I love this story. Did you write it? One of my fondest memories is sitting on the back porch with my grandmother on a summer day and listening to the birds first thing in the morning.
    thanks for the reminder!
    Happy Pink Saturday!

  4. Hi Holly,
    I'm glad it brought you back memories of your grandmother. Yes, I wrote this piece. I've gotten the "writer's bug" lately and all I want to do is write. I hope I get over it soon because I tend to live in a state of "absence" when I catch this bug.

  5. What an interesting story. I enjoyed visiting and reading it.

  6. Delightful! Have a beautiful pink Saturday, enjoy!

    Little Chefs in Pink

  7. Hi Maria,

    What an interesting & splendid story! Thank you for sharing!!! Wishing you a beautiful Pink Saturday! Take care and enjoy your weekend!


  8. One of my favorite things to do is to sit in my back yard and listen to the birds. Lovely story. Happy Pink Saturday! ~Marti

  9. Thx so much for sharing your story. I too, was one of those little girls. I had the chicken pox, and in those days you were sequestered to a dark room to protect your eyes. Lucky for me after my fever broke, the window could be cracked just alittle. The spring birds did a lovely concert, and I was sure, just for me. Thx for the memories.



  10. Such a bittersweet story - really makes me think. thanks for sharing it,

  11. Very nice and sweet story. Thanks for sharing :)
    Sophia F.

  12. Great story. Sweet and nice! Thanks for sharing :)
    Sophia F.



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