the birds told me

5 years I think...
I am awake, pleasantly so, with the birds singing the memory up from my mind, calling it forth from my heart as they do with the sun every day, loud and beautifully wild. Who are these birds singing to heaven today?

My dad died in the early morning and in that Holy Moment, the birds sang his soul right on up to heaven, loud and beautifully wild.  It was the birds who told me this year, not the calendar.  May it always be so.

I recognize you
Everywhere

With my mind heart open, joining you in the many ways you show up to me, I walk into my day, June 27th, 2014.