The Day I Heard the Birds Sing

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It was a warm sunny day.  It must have been in the Spring.  I was sitting in the car, waiting for my son to finish soccer practice.  I’d decided to write…my friend told me that was much more effective on my stress than cleaning (which is what I have always done).  And so.  I had my cheap little notebook out on the steering wheel with pencil in hand.  I had parked under a tree.  I decided to roll down the window, what with it being so nice outside and all.  I have no recollection of what I was writing about, only that a strange sound found my ears.  It was faint at first, I almost didn’t detect it.  Then it became more noticeable to me.  I stopped writing and cocked my head to one side to see if I could figure it out.  Birds!  What a beautiful sound it was.  My goodness, it had been a long time since I heard the birds with their happy songs and their little chirps.  These birds though.  Had it really been so long? I realized after sitting their for some time, frozen in the listening and in the discovering, that the birds had never stopped singing.  It was that I had stopped listening.  Life had taken me over.  It had grabbed me with its busy-ness and chaos and dragged me into a silent world.  With no singing birds.  I had become numb to all of God’s creations.  I had become lost in the silent.  In the busy.  In the chaos.  I let it happen I suppose.  These birds though.  Suddenly I was hearing them again.  They pulled me back to the stillness.  The quiet.  The singing.  I could hardly believe how beautiful they sounded.  Once the shock wore off and I could move again I started looking for them.  Where were they, these birds?  I never saw a one.  But I heard them.  They had sung me home.  Home to the life I loved, and smelled, and saw, and heard, and, did I say loved?  I felt happy and free again.  And still.  Still in the thinking, in the hearing.  I just sat there for I don’t know how long.  And listened.  Over the next few days, I was surprised to see the colors of my world had changed too.  The trees were greener.  The sky was bluer.  The mountains looked more alive and vibrant than ever.  My goodness, how long had it been since I’d heard the birds sing?  I could not recollect it.  I honestly could not remember the last time I’d heard the singing and chirping.  How could I have ever allowed the busy and the chaos to overpower me like that?  Even now.  Years later.  The experience is so vivid in my mind, so strong in its teaching, that it’s like it was just yesterday.  So powerful was that moment for me,  in the shade of that tree, that even today I still find myself checking in.  To see if I am still.  To see if I can hear the birds sing.

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Comments

  1. This is so beautiful – it’s so easy to lose yourself in life, but we forget how easy it can be to make sure you don’t. Just make time to stop and be still. Make sure you can still hear the birds, I love it!! Thank you for sharing 🙂

  2. I love how you bring your world into mine and I appreciate you sharing this. I wanted to let you know I’ve nominated you for the versatile blogger award, if you are interested the rules are on my blog.

    • Thank you for your nomination…it took me quite by surprise. I appreciate your support, especially since I’m so new to all of this. I’m sure enjoying it all!

  3. Like you, I could hear them either…then one day, there was a symphony 🙂 m.b.

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