As
I sit outside this morning listening, I hear the wind howl and the
trees pop. But through the frigid din there is another sound. It is
the birds singing. I resist the urge to characterize what they are
doing in terms that I would understand. I don't know if they are
calling to each other, or singing out in gratitude for the meager
warmth the Sun brings.
I
do known that their calls being me something. They bring me hope.
They reconnect me to the knowledge that there will be a Spring to
this Winter, and that as cold as it is right now, this too shall
pass.
Once
reconnected, I am able to see this moment in it's context. It is a
profound moment of extreme experience that will not last. And it has
lessons to teach me.
Today,
I will work to stay open to these lessons.
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