growing one's joy[full] song...

[fernwood]

woke this morning in pale dawn light to the jungle-symphony of birdsong that sings in each day here in this tiny eden in the wooded heart of over-populated, over-industrialized new jersey...

lying in bed-- and even now as i sit in my outdoor office three hours later-- i am captivated by the JOYOUS ABANDONMENT [my new favorite greek word-- KEFI] with which they sing...the certainty of each unique song-- twittering, cooing, whistling-- these birds are each, inarguably, articulating a specific TRUTH...[and the truths blend together into music...]

here's a recording of one of my favorites; these little lovelies are flooding the garden now!


http://www.birdjam.com/birdsong.php?id=23&osCsid=m6ieloprrc9ql6h0l540l25v44


wishing for just an ounce, a breath, of that beautiful conviction...


[field and marshlands]

rumi wrote on this-- so here's a new perspective for each of us searching for her song...

you're song.
a wished-for song.

so through the ear to the center,
where sky is, where wind, where
silent knowing.

put seeds and cover them.
blades with sprout
where you do your work.

the song is not BY us; it IS us...we ARE, not OUR, song...it lives as us, rather than as a possession after which we need to seek, which we should covet...

we just need to give ourselves the room and nourishment and faith to grow...


[garden gate in morning]

love, & KEFI to you all today!