I've been noticing little gifts, sparks of reminders to breathe, stitch, walk, breathe.
Two herons flying across the road, beautiful and gangly
A hawk zooming through trees
Hooting of the barred owls outside
The different types of daffodils in our own yard
Being invited to share more than I submitted
This Shaker song, posted on a new-to-me blog, which I learned years ago, when I was in choir. It always makes me happier to hear the tune, and, as it turns out, reading the words also bring cheer.
‘Tis the gift to be simple, ’tis the gift to be free
‘Tis the gift to come down where we ought to be,
And when we find ourselves in the place just right,
‘Twill be in the valley of love and delight.
When true simplicity is gain’d,
To bow and to bend we shan’t be asham’d,
To turn, turn will be our delight,
Till by turning, turning we come ’round right.
(by Joseph Brackett, 1848)
If you don't know it, do take a moment to look up the tune, it's bright and humble and sounds like springtime.
I hope you are well, in your world