|I caught sight of this little house finch singing early yesterday morning, right outside my window.|
It was pure joy to watch him singing his heart out. Pure joy!
I woke my usual time around three o'clock in the wee hours. As going to work was not on the schedule this morning, it was luxurious to be able to wake slowly and just be. Everything was still, quiet, peaceful. And then robins began their sleepy songs. It was not just one or two singing but a large chorus. About 30 minutes later the chipping sparrow began its t'rilling little trill.
A new morning had, according to the bird kingdom, officially begun. And now at 5:00 am the pretty house finch starts his first notes of the new day. Oooo...and now the chickadee starts whistling eeedee eeedee.
Before long the sun peeks over the brim and sends his rosy hues across the cloud-studded skies. Ahhhh... ain't life grand! At this very moment, it's perfect. I'm so filled with my own thrill of joy for these glimpses of sweetness in treetops and airy places. Tra-la-la-la-la. I feel myself wanting to hum a bit of a song myself.
Just imagine it, I woke up in my own bed, but somehow I've been transported to paradise...
“The robin flew from his swinging spray of ivy on to the top of the wall and he opened his beak and sang a loud, lovely trill, merely to show off. Nothing in the world is quite as adorably lovely as a robin when he shows off - and they are nearly always doing it.”~ Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden"Birds sing after a storm; why shouldn't people feel as free to delight in whatever sunlight remains to them?" ~ Rose Kennedy"You have to believe in happiness, or happiness never comes ... Ah, that's the reason a bird can sing -- On his darkest day he believes in spring." ~ Douglas Malloch"Each bird must sing with his own throat." ~ Henrik Ibsen
"The birds are moulting. If only man could moult also -- his mind once a year its errors, his heart once a year its useless passions." ~ James Allen
I found this small selection of birdie sayings. They all seemed to say something to me this morning, but I was especially drawn to Henrik Ibsen's ... each bird must sing with his own throat. We each must allow our own song to rise up from within. Trusting that it will add its own unique sweetness to the world today. Will you sing with me?
to give you joy for the journey!