“I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing than teach 10,000 stars how not to dance.”
e.e. cummings
It’s one of those days – the world is greening up and the birds are singing their spring songs and all I can do is sit and listen and absorb what lessons I can.
Out the front window people whiz by having harnessed the power of the stars, while out the back window squirrels and blackbirds chitter, and cardinals declare the glory of God or at least assert their role in it all.
I sit between these conflicting worlds, in the chair closer to the back yard, and do my best to hear the song.
Where are the words that will lift me out of this chair and into action? Or are the words to be found right here and now while I contemplate things to do? Perhaps the moment needs me to sit and listen and reflect — I sure hope so, because that is precisely what I am doing.
I always fret over the tasks at hand, the deadlines to meet, and what I “should” be doing, while moment by moment passes that could have been spent taking it all in and appreciating.
This is a moment for learning how the birds sing, and there will be time enough to show the stars how to stop dancing — although, come to think of it, why would I ever?
The birds are meant to sing, and the stars are meant to dance, and I am meant to hear and see it all and make some sense of it — and yet the music and the dance are all the meaning they need.