This last week the signs of nature have alerted me to the coming spring.
It doesn’t look like spring outside. The snow is deep and large icicles hang from everyone’s eaves. The wind blows drifts of snow off of roofs and I still go outside bundled in warm clothes.
But, I heard spring the other day.
Sitting at my desk before dawn I heard the male cardinal sing his dawn song for the first time since last fall. He is marking territory. He is planning for what he knows without a doubt will arrive.
I saw three squirrels leaping and racing through the trees, playing with joy. They leapt through the air, one at a time, from the apple tree to a small limb of the red maple tree. There were bigger limbs to jump to, actually they didn’t even have to jump as there are many connecting limbs, or squirrel highways, among our trees.
But they choose to fly through the air, bounce up and down on the little limb and then scamper off celebrating spring long before it has appeared.
In the same way we can celebrate omnipresent Good long before we may fully see it in our lives. We can sing our dawn song preparing for what is to come, because without a doubt it is arriving.
In Truth it never left. We may have left it, or misplaced our awareness of it, or been confused by the fog of worldview claims, but Good never left.
The birds told me something else which inspired this week’s ezine: “One Step At A Time.” Hope you enjoy it.
Love,
Beca
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