This blog chronicles my life as I try to balance healthy lifestyle habits with my husband's penchant for pizza rolls and my daughter's desire to watch iCarly 8 hours a day. It contains a mostly humorous, kind, and somewhat spiritual look at everyday life and the people who live it.

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

The Dawn Chorus

A chorus member in action?

The sun rises early on the East Coast.  During the summer when my windows are open at night I am awoken each morning, usually between 4-5 a.m. to an amazing concert.  A glorious cacaphony.  I am awoken by the singing of hundreds of birds.

I'll admit that last year when we first moved to this house and I got to experience this early morning wake up call I wasn't too pleased.  "Really?"  I thought.  "It's 4:30 in the morning!"  I have since changed my attitude about the birds' song.  I have decided that those little guys really have their priorities straight.

Every single morning the birds greet the rising sun with incredible joy.  They sing out their joy, their thanks, their appreciation for each dawning day.  They don't drag themselves out of the nest, grumpy and bleary eyed.  They don't curse the rising sun.  They don't instantly begin complaining about all of the "stuff" they have to do today. 

They sing. 

Hundreds, maybe thousands of birds live in the trees behind my house.  Now when I am awoken by their morning song I lie in bed and listen.  I smile.  I thank God that I am alive, for the rising sun, for the gift of this new day.  Steve and I now leave our shades open at night so we can see our mountain view first thing each morning and be awed all over again at the magnificence of the display.

The same powerful force that forged that mountain, grew those thousands of trees, conceived of each different kind of bird, and created the rising sun created me.  I don't need to worry, stress, fear, or bemoan the new day, no matter what ills I imagine it may bring.  The birds don't, and surely I'm smarter than a bird, right?

The birds are brilliant.  They know a good thing when they see it.  They know what to do when faced with the gift of life, the anticipation of a new day, the magnificence of a rising sun.

They sing.


Chellie said...

Beautifully said!

Sarcastic Bastard said...

I'd get a gun. Laugh. I hate birds. All they do is carry lice and get their nasty shit all over everything.


Your Sunny Sister-in-Law

K said...

What a great way to start a day - blessings in the air

Beth said...

Chellie, thank you!

Beth said...

SB, this is my vision: it's dawn. The neighborhood is quiet (save for the birdsong, of course).
Suddenly the peace is broken by the sound of gunshots. Feathers are flying, birds are squawking, someone screams somewhere.

Morning in New England.

Does that about sum it up?

Beth said...

K, so glad you're back! How was the trip with the puppy??

Sarcastic Bastard said...

Yep. Sure does. Laugh.

Love you.

deb said...

Very nicely said- but I'd have to agree to somewhere in the middle of your dawn chorus and SB's morning in New england...I feel like we should all break into song now....

Anonymous said...

I just love God's creations too.