This morning I entered the kitchen to hear a beautiful song from a bird. It sounded very close, and seemed, I imagined, full of joy.
As I opened the blinds and looked out, I saw the shabbiest sparrow I have ever seen. His feathers were sticking out all over and he looked as if he had just come through a windstorm.
But there he sat, perched on the back of a lawn chair, facing my kitchen window, singing his heart out for me, and for all creation to hear, without, I imagined, a care in the world.
It seemed to me to be a message from the universe; at least I took it as such. So today, despite my own disarray, I shall attempt to sing joyfully.
May your day be blessed also!