Wednesday, March 25, 2015

The Promise of Return

Somedays are dark.  Somedays it is hard to wade through the muck of life.  I become sad at times.  I worry.  Often something, despite myself startles me and knocks me into a state of gratitude.

Last night was a tough night with teenagers.  If you have raised teenagers, I needn't go into detail.  Life can be trying at times.  Sleep was fitful; tossing, turning and a tired brain  awoke in overdrive.  

This morning, I escaped to work, seeking reprieve.  I nearly rushed to start the engine to  loosen the ice on the windshield, without pausing to notice.  All was quiet outside, aside from a cardinal who sang to me from the highest branch of a deciduous nearby.  A dusty red, the bird's breast expanded with each note.  The song made me happy.  I smiled.

There is so much to be thankful for despite the struggles and lessons in life.  I choose to live a whole-hearted life, noticing the unexpected gifts. It is certain the cardinal will return.


Anonymous said...

Those morning songbirds are worth pausing for, and remind us of so much that is good. Thanks for sharing.

Jaana said...

This is beautiful. Noticing the small things in life that can make a huge difference! Thank you for sharing!

LInda Baie said...

I'm glad you noticed so I could hear about it too. We don't have cardinals in Colorado, so this was a little gift I appreciated. Hugs to you for the teenage angst-been there, it will change!