
The morning awakens,
day stretching out to the horizon,
blue sky with sun rising,
solid ground beneath the feet
and birds singing in grateful awakening.
What makes your heart sing?

… watching for the brushstrokes of God

The morning awakens,
day stretching out to the horizon,
blue sky with sun rising,
solid ground beneath the feet
and birds singing in grateful awakening.
What makes your heart sing?

The sky is the limit as birds travel the world. An inner GPS system, electromagnetic capabilities, smells or sights, birds find their way unerringly in these wide open spaces. Maybe a birds eye view helps. Much of our lives lack these open space journeys in the frenetic pace of our days that leave us feeling spiritually, emotionally, mentally and physically weary and worn.
What inner system guides you into open spaces?

On a recent morning I was enjoying my coffee on the porch when I noticed a tree across the street. Forsythia was done blooming, what yellow blooming tree could this be? No tree I discovered as the yellow dots flew away two by two — eight goldfinches!
With what splash of color has nature caught you by surprise?

I love watching the pelicans glide over the surface and waves of the ocean. They know how to take advantage of the ‘ground effect’, seemingly effortless and fully alive.
How do you glide into fully alive?

These Sandhill cranes sometimes peck at the window as if they want to be invited in. I wonder what stories they could tell, carried through migration, fluctuating with the seasons and the tides, and across the threshold into God’s imagination.
What stories accompany you? What stories want to be invited in?

Every bird has a song to sing, each are given wings to fly and soar. Sparrow, robin or wren have what they need, ask the birds of the sky and they will tell you.
What is your song to sing?