I was observing a group while stretching that got me thinking.
They were mostly sparrows with a couple of robins thrown in, but the one who caught my eye was the baby cardinal in the mix.
Imagine Grace Kelly with a bunch of nuns.
Birds clearly are very democratic. With the exception of perhaps a hawk, all feathered are welcome.
The cardinal I’m sure had no idea he was any different from the rest of them. They liked and treated him just the same.
The bird community could certainly teach us a thing or two concerning those who may be slightly different. I’m not a nine to fiver by any means, and consequently don’t always feel loved and accepted by my peers.
The cheese stands alone, as they say.
I was recently at a cocktail party struggling not to feel less. There were two women brandishing their education like swords, no doubt to impress the men in the group. One woman turned to me and said, “So where did you matriculate, Diana is it?” (with my hearing I thought she said, masturbate) knowing there was a good chance Diana hadn’t matriculated since she knew I modeled. As awful as I felt, I simply said, “I opted for fashion.” This shifted the conversation from Harvard to Johnny Versace without passing go, but my discomfort ran deep.
The point I’m making, they weren’t birds sharing their feed. If it were me with Camille and Joanne, and there was one academic in our midst, we would have broken bread before you could say, “We went to Harvard…for the weekend.”
One of Camille’s all-time best lines.
The upside of not feeling welcome is the lesson to always greet that one cardinal in the group, so she feels at home.