A Message from the Birds
At its end, the work week folded itself into a quiet little package of gray. Rain had washed all but the strongest color from the scene and dulled even that. As I walked to my car beneath the low blanket of cloud cover, the air tasted cool and fresh, and suddenly I felt wonderfully alive.
I noticed the raindrops clinging to the cherries on the tree at the parking lot’s edge, the reflection of the fence posts in the puddles. I heard the wet swoosh of passing cars playing against the dripping of the rain from the leaves and the splash of my footsteps on the sidewalk.
Just as I reached my car, I heard a tiny little chirp and looking up, saw a gathering of small birds perched on the electric lines overhead like notes on page of music. The sight seemed so touching to me, these vulnerable creatures, convening to sing in the rain. I felt as if they were delivering a message to me that I had been waiting to hear.
I drove home in a bubble of peace, patient with the slow traffic, enjoying the way the rhythm of my car’s windshield wipers kept time with radio’s music. I got caught up in my after-work activities when I got home—sorting mail, changing clothes, making supper.
Then, as I sat processing the day’s photos, my cat purring on my lap, there were the birds again. And as I looked at the picture of them, their message floated into my mind: “Life is a song; sing it.” I smiled in recognition and looked up the entire quote. It’s from Sai Baba, an Indian guru and yogi who lived at the beginning of the last century. It was my gift today from the birds, and I’m pleased to share its wisdom now with you:
“Life is a song – sing it. Life is a game; play it. Life is a challenge; meet it. Life is a dream; realize it. Life is a sacrifice; offer it. Life is love; enjoy it.”
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