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- You’re pouring your coffee, the steam rising in that perfect lazy swirl, and you hear it—that sharp, trilling whistle that has nothing to do with your phone and everything to do with the world waking up outside your window. I want you to picture your morning routine right now. Maybe you’re standing in your kitchen, robe tied tight, scrolling through emails before your feet even hit the floor. We’ve been sold this idea that a productive morning is a silent one, or at least, a controlled one. We curate our playlists, we mute our notifications, we try to engineer a bubble of calm where nothing can surprise us. But here’s the thing I learned after years of watching patients who were completely burned out from trying to control every variable in their lives: silence isn’t the absence of noise. It’s the presence of attention. And when we tune out the world, we miss the very things that ground us back into reality. Last week, we talked about how bringing people together over food can heal a rift, but today I want to talk about what happens when you sit alone with that food. Not to work, not to plan, but just to be there. Because the most radical act of self-care might not be a face mask or a fifteen-minute meditation app. It might be learning to listen to the birds. Let’s look at the ingredients, not the hype, as I always say. When I was working in dermatology, I saw stress manifest on skin long before my patients ever admitted they were anxious. The breakouts, the eczema flares, the dullness—it was all cortisol. All that low-grade, humming worry that we carry around like a heavy coat. Science tells us that exposure to nature sounds, specifically bird calls, can lower blood pressure and reduce those stress hormones. So, when I tell you to listen to the birds, I’m not just being poetic. I’m being clinical. You are trying to get your glow on, literally and figuratively, but you can’t exfoliate away a nervous system that’s stuck in fight-or-flight mode. If your breakfast table is usually a battlefield of screens and schedules, your body doesn’t know it’s time to rest. But if you shift your focus to the chirps outside, you signal safety to your nervous system. You give your skin permission to breathe because you finally gave your mind permission to pause. It’s okay to pause. Really. Let that sink in. So, let’s start simple. Most of us live near cardinals. They’re everywhere, red against the green, loud and unapologetic. Their call is distinct: a clear, whistled 'cheer-cheer-cheer' or sometimes just a single, piercing 'what-what-what.' It’s not complex, but it’s confident. Next time you’re sitting with your toast or your oatmeal, listen for that rhythm. Notice how it cuts through the background hum of traffic or wind. Cardinals don’t hide. They announce themselves. There’s something incredibly grounding about that kind of certainty. We spend so much of our days second-guessing ourselves, wondering if we said the right thing, looking good enough, doing enough. Hearing a creature that is so sure of its place in the tree, so sure of its voice, is a tiny mirror for our own inner confidence. Try it tomorrow morning. Pour your coffee, step onto the porch or stand by the window, and wait for the cardinal. Don’t look for it yet. Just listen. Let that clear whistle wash over you. Feel the tension in your shoulders drop just an inch. That’s the beginning of the ritual. If you have robins, which many of us do, their song is different. It’s often described as a cheerful, flute-like melody, but pay close attention to the way it starts. Robins often begin with a sharp, metallic 'tink-tink-tink,' almost like a warning, before breaking into that softer song. It’s subtle, but it changes how you hear them. Instead of just noise, it becomes a story. A sequence. First, the alert, then the release. This mirrors our own mornings perfectly. We wake up with that alert, that spike of adrenaline, thinking about the day ahead. But then, if we let it, the day softens. The song continues. Identifying these patterns helps you slow down. You stop rushing to the next task and start noticing the transition. You realize that the tension doesn’t have to last forever. The 'tink' gives way to the song. As a nurse, I saw patients who couldn’t find that transition, who stayed stuck in the alert phase until their bodies shut down. Learning to recognize the robin’s two-part song is a practice in recognizing your own rhythms. Are you stuck in the 'tink'? Is it time to let the song come? Now, if you live anywhere near the East Coast or parts of the Midwest, you might deal with blue jays. And let me be honest, they are not exactly the zen masters of the bird world. Their call is a harsh, raucous 'jay-jay-jay,' often accompanied by chattering that sounds like someone arguing in another room. They are loud, they are bold, and they will scream at you if you walk too close to their nest. But here’s the beauty of the blue jay: they are authentic. They don’t pretend to be gentle. They take up space. In a culture that often demands women be quiet, agreeable, and small, hearing a blue jay yell its head off is strangely liberating. It reminds us that it’s okay to be loud. It’s okay to have boundaries. If you hear a blue jay, don’t cringe. Smile. Acknowledge its energy. It’s a reminder that your voice matters, even if it’s not always melodic. Sometimes your morning needs a little bit of blue jay energy—a declaration of presence, a refusal to be ignored. Use that sound to fuel your assertiveness for the day ahead. You don’t have to be sweet all the time. You just have to be real. Here is the trap, though. If you make this a chore, you’ll hate it. If you buy an expensive app, download ten guides, and stress yourself out trying to identify every species, you’ve missed the point entirely. This isn’t about becoming an ornithologist. It’s about connection. Start with one bird. Just one. Learn its call. Keep it simple. If you miss it today, that’s fine. It’s okay to pause. The birds aren’t going anywhere. They’ll be back tomorrow, and the day after, and the year after that. They are consistent in a way that human relationships often aren’t. They show up. They sing. They exist. By focusing on just one voice, you create a micro-moment of mindfulness that takes less than thirty seconds. No apps needed. No special equipment. Just your ears and your willingness to be present. And if you get it wrong? Who cares. Did you think it was a robin, but it was actually a thrush? Doesn’t matter. You listened. You engaged. You broke the scroll. You stepped out of the digital loop and into the physical world. That shift, however small, changes your entire day. It changes the quality of your skin, your mood, your patience with your partner, your kindness to yourself. I want to leave you with this thought: the birds are teaching us how to inhabit our mornings. They don’t rush to finish their song. They don’t apologize for their volume. They simply sing because it is who they are. When you listen to them, you invite that same authenticity into your life. You remind yourself that you, too, have a voice. You have a rhythm. And you don’t need to perform for anyone else to validate it. Next time you’re making breakfast, put the phone down. Literally put it in a drawer. Walk to the window. Close your eyes for ten seconds. Listen. What do you hear? Is it the cardinal’s cheer? The robin’s tink? Or maybe just the wind? Whatever it is, let it be enough. Let it be your anchor. Because when you start your day by listening to the world, rather than dictating to it, you move through the rest of your hours with more grace, more clarity, and yes, more glow. Not because of a serum, but because you felt seen by the sky. Thank you for sitting with me today. For taking that deep breath. For letting the birds in. I’ll see you tomorrow, hopefully with a new birdcall in mind. Until then, keep listening, keep glowing, and remember: it’s okay to pause. Love you.