Sunday, May 17, 2015
Sunday morning. I'm sitting outside with my second cup of coffee and enjoying a rare morning.
It is a beautiful, cool, spring day and I have off from work. This combination is quite rare, indeed!
Recent rains pushed through the state, leaving cooler air in it's wake. It will warm back up quickly this week, so I put aside my grand "to-do" list for sitting on my porch and enjoying this splendid morning.
I observe a pair of Western Tanagers flitting about in the mesquite tree that shelters my porch and delights me every time I look outside. The pair of birds don't seem bothered by my presence but continue to move about the branches feeding on small insects. The Tanager is a beautiful, bright yellow bird with a patch of orange on top of it's head, black wings and tail. It is migratory, living in the high country most of the year.
I always consider it a privilege to observe wildlife outside in nature. It feels as if I'm being given a gift from the divine universe, a reminder that there is beauty and amazement all around us if we are willing to be still and open to truly "see".
The bees cover the branches of the mesquite, collecting pollen from it's fuzzy, pale yellow flowers.
I can see hummingbirds hovering high above the pine trees across the courtyard. There is so much activity this time of year. Everything is blooming. It is a time of growth and renewal.
The cool breeze mixes with the tones of my wind chimes as I sit here writing in my journal.
I spend so much of my life inside man-made structures that it is nice to be outside. It is a reminder to myself that I must make time to hike in the woods, to look up at the night sky, to walk upon the earth and observe the palpable silence of nature undisturbed by man. The silence of nature has a presence that demands, quietly, that we pay attention.
I am grateful for this morning's gifts. It is truly a beautiful day!