Bird Calls Getting me Out of Bed

A strange and beautiful thing has been happening to me, a consummate night owl. Birds are singing me awake in the a.m.. One day it was a turtle dove saying what sounded like, "Come one, Come one!" and I was beckoned to get up for my morning walk. This walk is wonderful. I examine my dreams, I pray (thanking God, praise him for his world, and lifting up others on my mind). I really have never been a morning person, and I still don't think I am, but this new habit is very refreshing. 

I'm starting to really be captivated by the calls of the birds I hear as I walk. They are so busy in the morning. I heard a woodpecker this week as he was getting breakfast out of a tree. I may have to start studying the bird calls of local birds. I think they might be talking about me, or maybe they have important things to say that I should know. : )

Morning Fog Rising

Today I took an early morning walk. I'm not a morning person. I've been trying to get out for exercise.

Today was particularly cold, but beautiful with an encompassing fog hovering over the path I walked. I could hear many birds busy singing in their day, which I haven't been nearly well-enough aware of, though spring is fully here.

I thought about the beauty of the morning that I'm too cooped up in my home to witness most days, because I am too tired, and feel too busy to join in. And I walk the around the forgiving gravel of the nearby cemetery, which is easier on my joints than pavement. This course choice pulls into perspective the brevity of existence, and hones my priorities, just before my hectic day begins. It all helps lift me from my fog.