I met the morning early today, blue darkness brighted by a huge moon pouring through the budding trees. A burst of sound splashed across my senses like strong coffee. Opening wide, I stood underneath the music rolling down from every branch and twig…a waterfall of birdsong. I was humbled and stilled by the birds and their unmistakable ability to enjoy themselves out loud. Their trills and warbles filled the back yard like an aviary…pure, raw joy painting the dawn with their hopeful voices.
Their lives aren’t easy; they suffer pain and loss. Yet none seem grown hard with disappointment….or old and silent with bitterness. I heard no worry or need to control in these voices…just contented connectedness and appreciation. Their spontaneous song ebbed and rose again and again as if directed by an unseen conductor…someone they trusted.
My heart is still swollen with their musical peace and tender to the coming day. It’s going to be okay. Really. Again, I know this deeply and step into the future unafraid.