It’s 6:30am. I’m sitting at my desk. Outside my windows, some birds are chattering.
It’s a sound we don’t pay much attention to, what with traffic noises, television and the normal sounds of a household coming to consciousness. And then the day starts and…
We’re just so busy, aren’t we?
Running from this chore to the other, this obligation to another, working or working out, packing for a trip, unpacking….blah-blah-blah.
Then there’s our 10-hour work days if we’re still on the job and our bemoaning of how busy we are.
Oh, I know. I was there once. For a long time.
But this morning, while the birds chirruped in the dawn, I realized how little time I take to just relax and listen.
A book, a notebook, a tour guide, a wooden spoon, a bag of dogfood, a calendar–there’s always something in my hand and on my mind.
But spring’s here and summer’s around the bend. The year’s passing. Will it be in a blur of activity or a mindful manner?
My pledge for these next few months is to spend more time relaxing and listening to the birds.
Living more mindfully in the moment.
A long time ago I was justifying my move back to Florida from Silicon Valley.
“When I was there I could hear birds singing,” I said, teary-eyed, to my therapist.
But here I am in Silicon Valley again and yes, the birds sing here, too.
Back then, I hadn’t relaxed enough to hear them.
I’m listening now.