Kind of Amazing

 My wife and I have been finding things in the house here that we should have taken with us when we moved to Florida.  We'll be taking a few things back with us when we return.  I just hope we have room for it all, or maybe we'll leave a few things behind.  But things are just things and I realize this, but I didn't know we had so many things.  

It's early morning as I sit here on the deck listing to the birds and although I didn't see him I heard a buck snort as he meandered into the woods behind us.  It may have been the same buck I photographed the other evening.  There is all kinds of nature here and although the trees and the mountain blocks our view of sunsets here, just my sitting here and listening to the birds singing reminds me of what being here is all about.

There are too many flies, but I'm willing to put up with them just so I can sit here and enjoy it.  The grass has been freshly mowed and the scent lingers in the air and things need to be done, but right now I'm not thinking about all that.  A butterfly just landed on the table and as I got ready to photograph it, it flew away.  While I don't see the birds they are everywhere to be heard.  It's supposed to rain later this morning, so my time here on the deck might be limited today.

I became accustomed to the birds in Florida, but northern birds sound very different.  A busy day is when ten cars go by our house on the road out front.  I sit here smoking my pipe and I say all is right with nature.  As humans we have our stresses from daily living and there are things we must do.  But nature gets us in touch with the Creator.  I can listen here--not that I can't listen no matter where I am.  But the sounds are different.  

And THAT is my point.  The quiet is different.  There is a reason for me to be wherever I am.  I am to be here to listen.  I thought about bringing my computer up here on the deck and do some writung, but I'm thinking my Spirit Guides want me to listen more and think less.  I can write from most anywhere, including a Starbucks, but really, I am finding listening is best.  Sure there are human noises here, but the sound of nature is different. 

So, I sit here on the deck this morning smoking my Peterson Irish Harp pipe with some Haunted Bookshop and I'm drinking a cup of hot black Classico Gourmet coffee.  The sky is overcast and I'll remain on the deck until it starts to rain.  I'm taking time to enjoy the quiet.  The Creator speaks in so many ways if we just take time to listen.  Thank you for your time and Peace to each one of you.

Dave

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