One of the perks of living out here on the far edges of the suburb is the orchestra of birds I wake up to every morning. Some chirp, some coo, most just sing their hearts out. It’s sweet melody for the soul.
Throughout the day, the birds will be flying up and down, in big and small groups. On rare occasions, a lone ranger will wander into your home. It’s a little playground for them. It’s a sanctuary for me.
In the times that we live in now, where air, noise and spiritual pollution reins, these are precious, tranquil moments. It’s a reminder that there is more to life than just living.
You remember to be grateful for the things we take for granted all the time. The air we breath, and the fact that we are breathing. The sights we see, and the fact that we have sight. The things we feel, and the fact that we can feel, both in sense and in the heart.
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