Mocking Birds….

I’m having a hard time finding quiet time.  The mornings are too dark and cold.  It also has rained most of the week.  There was one beautiful day scrubbed cleaned by the rain.  I dropped everything to spend a few minutes outside in the sun and noticed new growth everywhere.  The garden has forgotten that winter is around the corner and comes alive after a much needed rain.  A beloved rose, once thought as dead now shows signs of new growth.  I rejoice in this beautiful moment, made even more complete by a flock of birds flying in unison in the cloudless sky.  They seem to dance on the wind, shifting and turning to music that only they could hear.  Were they rejoicing too? Continue reading