I awoke this
morning at 5:00am to the
familiar song of a Robin in the
garden. Maybe it’s not the most eloquent
of songs, just a few chirps, but it’s so obvious that it’s a song of joy and
praise, one that is sung each day,
whether blue skies or all grey, states
clearly that “I, Robin, am thankful to be alive”. A song defined by an attitude of gratitude,
one of receiving and recognizing the abundance surrounding him.
The declaration to
all, who will listen, that The Creator of this universe, has provided the dawn
of another day, to be lived to the fullest.
Robin seems to know that much
is taken care of, giving praise that all things are provided for, and that this
world is a place of abundance indeed.
At the end of this
day, as I lay my head on my pillow I hear that Robin
at it again. I noticed the same little
red breasted fellow takes to song yet again.
During the twilight of this day, he sings the evening song of
thanks. My little friend is still
singing his heartfelt gratitude for having had lived this day, Robin seems fully alive and truly in the moment.
For me, it is one
of those defining moments in life; do you know what I mean? There’s a choice to
be made, and all choices always lead to a different experience.
While I am
drifting towards sleep, I recognize that I am at a now all too familiar crossroads;
it’s a tree-lined country road. There’s a stop sign and sometimes I have
stalled there in life, but now I am free to move on down the highway. I promised myself to awaken in the morning, Spirit’s
willing, and join Robin in a song of praise and thanks for being granted the
opportunity to witness the dawn of a new day, and experience it to the fullest.
