The radio news filtered into my ears earlier than I like it to this morning. Violence, waste, heartbreak. Oh, of course these things must be told, must be heard, and I very much want to know - to feel, to share, to act upon it all.
But not right now, not just yet, I think. As the day is still new. For I know there must be something wonderful and beautiful right in front of me in plain sight to take in first.
So many things. Sleepy-eyed babies waking from soft dreams, the crack of the egg onto the side of the frying pan and the sizzle that follows, the rooster that crows eagerly as though it just can't wait for another day to begin. And the remembrance of that nest so blessedly made right outside the window so that we may watch a simple, everyday, little thing as it unfolds. Life.
Ah, yes. It is with thanks to the birds that I start this day.
