Become Silent

Become part of the silence. Then if the simple sounds of nature have a message that you understand, rejoice, for your soul is alive...

We had a big storm last night.

Sometime in the dark of night I was awakened by spectacular lightening and booming thunder. I am grateful for a bedroom with an entire wall of glass. It allows my own private showing of nature's glory. I sat up in bed and contemplated this show of strength. Then came the soft tinkling of rain and the multiple songs. The birds' singing were louder than I have ever heard before. If the birds can sing after a storm, then why shouldn't I?

I have always been obsessed by birds. My collections of their works (nests, eggs, feathers) grow. I do not own a bird- never have, but I covet several bird cages. They each have the little door open at all times. If a visitor comes along with a instinct to close it's door, I explain that the door remains open.