What does it mean when a bird flies into your house? I recently had an interesting experience that made me ponder this question. I was driving back from NYC to my home upstate on a particularly warm day. The anticipation of arriving home was palpable, and as soon as I walked in, I threw open all the windows to let in the fresh air. As I stood there, a quirky thought crossed my mind—what if a bird flies in? It seemed almost laughable, like something out of a movie.
Well, life has a way of surprising us. Moments later, a beautiful blue bird fluttered into my living room. It circled briefly, almost as if exploring, before finding its way back out. The encounter was both startling and intriguing. It left me wondering—was this just a random event, or was there some deeper meaning? I’d love to hear your thoughts!
