Little creatures

I have been watching the little creatures. It seems while we stay home they come out to play. Or do the birds just seem more plentiful and noisier? Are the bugs more busily crawling all over the place in the stillness of my life? Or does it catch my attention more?

Where do you find joy in the little things and creatures?

Slowing down to listen

“I will never understand the silent dying of the green pie-apple tree if I do not slow down and listen to what the Spirit is telling me, telling me of the death of trees, the death of planets, of people, and what all those deaths mean in the light of love of the Creator, who brought them all into being, who brought me into being, and you.” Madeleine L’engle, walking on Water

There is forced slowing down from outer circumstances and there is voluntary slowing down, to be and to listen. What emerges as you slow down and listen?