There’s no doubt that these arctic cold temperatures many of us have been experiencing over the past several weeks aren’t leaving us in that jubilant spirit we saw Julie Andrews portraying as she sang “The Sound of Music.” Nope, I think it is safe to say that we are far too busy focusing on how to stay warm.
This morning, I opened the blinds to my windows and looked outside at the small lake glistening through a chorus of leafless trees behind our house and wah-lah, it is still very frozen. I saw a representation of sights and heard some all too familiar welcoming sounds I would typically see and hear during the Spring and Summer months. The sweet singing of a few birds, one primarily belting out some tweets on my deck, was flowing like hot maple syrup over a stack of flapjacks. I also noticed the rapid flapping wings of Bluejays, Cardinals, and Carolina Wrens flying to and fro among the barren trees. How delightful!
I am always amazed by nature’s adaptation and resilience to whatever climate change or weather pattern we are experiencing. While celebrating the gift of life these birds through their communication of singing and living independently, remind me this morning that whatever external occurrences want to weigh you down with despair, anxiousness or sorrow, your attitude and approach to life in spite of these external conditions, will leave you content, and you’ll be singing your personal song of gratitude, no matter what!