The sparrow picks away at some wiggly delight in the yard. The young morning is sweet with new light. Work, already.
The natural wont for us to be busy. Eons old, the compulsion can not be stifled. Fend for a living.
When is man happier than when he provides for his family? When is woman more confident than when pursuing her passion? Innate career goals.
I took a moment, a long quiet nurturing moment, to watch the scrub jay sitting in happy calm upon a fence post. I learned much.
The winged territorial animal just IS. He seemed content within himself and his circumstance. I thought.
Awareness has its drawbacks. The jay is unconscious of the abstract. Free from its weight.
I released the stress that greeted my day. Instead I simply saw the present. Minuscule part of an infinite whole.
I sit and hear a robin perched high in a confident cedar. Her song is cheerful, seductive. I am reminded.
It is important to listen, just watch and observe. Thus I feed the well waters of my soul. I enjoy.
She has no care! she will survive today and that is all that matters. She sings, not knowing that I am moved. I have my own song.
I will sing it.