Can YOU
HEAR
The Birds
SINGING?
The BIRDS
Are
Ever-SINGING
Doing
What they do
SERENDADING
US
With
Their SONG
Of
HOPE
JOY
PEACE
LOVE
GRACE
Freeing
US
Melting
TENSION
Releasing
The GRIP
Of
The HARSH
Winter
SPRING
Is
In the AIR
Even
With the
CRISP
Edges
Of
This Season
Still
Present
BITING
One foot
HERE
One foot
THERE
Straddling
The IN between
Where we ARE
WHERE
We wanna Be
Step
By
Step
ONE day
At a time
Graciously
Sipping IN
The MOMENTS
That come
And
Go
Stoking
Our Creativity
Mission
SURVIVAL
Digging
DEEP
To find
Our WAY
To the HOPE
THE Joy
The GRACE
THE Love
That lies
Within
US
Even
As we
KICK
And
SCREAM
Wanting
What we WANT
Longing
For the PROMISE
To Hatch
NOW
Trying
To IMPOSE
Our WILL
On Nature
And
TURN
The Tides
BRING
What’s NEXT
Projecting
AHEAD
To an IDEAL
A Vision
Of
PERFECTION
The Season
That
INVITES
Us
To DANCE
In the
Glorious
SUNSHINE
To BASK
In the
Warmth
Of the
GLOW
Rays of LIGHT
Bursting
Through
US
Through
THE DAYS
Inspiring
US
Putting a SPRING
In our every
STEP
Infusing
Life
With Possibilities
We MUST
ALLOW
The Tantrums
AND
Then
Get A Grip
Coming
Into
The MOMENT
SEEing
The FIGHT
AGAINST
Life
EVER-flowing
Ever-shifting
Is
A Waste
Stripping
The BEAUTY
Of
What IS
Tuning IN
To the POWER
Within
ASKING
To LET GO
Of
EXPECTATIONS
And
MEET
What IS
With
APPRECIATION
WONDER
AWE
Choosing
Our ATTITUDE
Shifting
INTO
The OPEN
Beyond
JUDGMENT
Good/bad
Right/wrong
Positive/negative
So we can
HEAR
The BIRDS
SINGING
No matter
The Season
For
It is
UP
To Each
Of US
To TUNE In
And
LISTEN
To the Truest
SONG
In our
Sacred HEART
Echoing
VIBRANTLY
Awakening
US
Inviting
US
To STOP
Drop into
The NOW
BE PRESENT
Rest in
The STILLness
So ALIVE
Shhh…
Can You Hear
The Birds
SINGING?
The
winter weather even here in Nashville, Tennessee is the primary topic of
conversation wherever I go. I totally get it that people are over the harsh
conditions that invite us to hibernate when we long to go out and play; and
drain us of our energy so even getting through the day takes a pot of coffee
and lots of cheerleading in our heads. I
am a self-proclaimed wimp now living
here in the South, experiencing my first mild winter and still having the nerve
to call it cold. But I am always mindful that where I am
is absolutely perfect and whatever comes is perfect even when I want it to be
otherwise; life unfolds in a rhythm that we humans cannot control and it pisses
us off that nature doesn’t bow to our will.
This makes me laugh out loud as I write because it is ridiculous – truly
absurd that we fight against life, but it is human nature to want what we want
when we want it. In order to hear the
birds ever-singing the song of hope, love, grace, joy throughout all the
seasons, we must live open moment by moment, flowing with what comes understanding there
are gifts we cannot yet see, there is beauty hatching even in the frozen tundra
that grips and bites and stings.
The
invitation this day is to ask your higher Self to still the chatter clouding
your mind, blocking the blessings that come if we dare to claim them; let go of
all the thoughts, expectations, attitudes, beliefs that keep you caged when
your Spirit ever-free just wants to soar even while wrapped in a blanket laying
on the sofa. To live surrendered in the
flow of allowing, unconditionally
present to life is divine as we experience heaven while here on earth. We get to hear the birds ever-singing, Truth
echoing within us and within this world; we taste the sweetness of this
wonderful life so full of promise. Appreciating
the moments of life through every season, we are enlivened by the truest song
in our sacred hearts that knows the miracle of every breath, the love we are
and that we are here briefly to enjoy the ride.
Can you hear the birds singing
within you?
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