The Morning Ritual

How joyful is it to sit outside at sunrise and listen to the birds starting their day? Their energy rises with the sun – at first their calls are soft and sleepy, but as the sun rises they crescendo into a brilliant chorus. If I counted each unique call, how many would there be? I hear calls from the woodpecker, the owl, the blue jay, and the little brown bird with the yellow on its chest. I’m reminded that this is their home too. 

As the sun gets higher, the birds get quieter. Their morning ritual is coming to an end. They’ve greeted the day, rejoiced, and now it’s time to move on to the day’s work. It’s time for me to move on too. I’m tempted to stay a little longer in the ease of the morning, but I can’t delay when there’s a day waiting to be lived.