It’s the little things

 

 

 

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At the moment, I’m just resting on my couch thinking about all that I have on my “to do” list. I’m entertained by my thought process – the attempts of entering thoughts to get me all worked up into a state of mental busyness, rather than savoring the present moment, and the birds chirping outside. The atmosphere of the natural world speaks louder, and I listen.

I listen for nothing in particular. I experience peace.

I realize that everything on my “to do” list is there because I want it to be there, because I am happy to be alive, and happy to be living my life as I choose. Now, I am experiencing gratitude. I feel grateful for every ‘now’ moment that has led to today, and for every ‘now’ moment that will help me get things done – all in the spirit of the birds.

 

Oh, let me sing my song!

Let me receive thy message.

For what exists is neither here

Nor there, this nor that, up nor down.

 

For every tweet there is a song

For every song there is a twitter,

For what I cannot say with words

I mean the most.  

~Ka Malana ©2014

 

Oh, let me sing my song & hear yours, too!

(Photographer: Unknown)

7 thoughts on “It’s the little things

  1. herongrace

    What kind of bird is that? I don’t believe it. The last 2 weeks or so my mornings have been witness to a noisy flock of sulphur crested cockatoos starting their day eating something in my trees. They are a fabulous sight against bright blue skies. 2 kestrels circling lazily just above my head yesterday a.m. doing a ground inspection. I have noticed definite change in birds’ behaviour since we have gone into Autumn.

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