Morning Glory

 

I think I was very close to meditating this morning … if I hadn’t had my right leg go to sleep, and my neck and shoulders tense up.

I sat waiting for our pet chipmunk, Hoover, to come get his morning seeds. He likes to eat with either my husband, me, or both of us present. I have managed to have him hunt for seeds from under the arches of my feet and from the palm of my hand. I am trying to see if he’ll come up into my lap and crawl into my apron pocket for his favorite sunflower seeds.

He didn’t venture too close to me this morning. There was too much activity. The resident finches and cardinals and Miss Kitty Cowbird were hovering around the feeder, waiting sometimes impatiently for a spot to light. The McGillicutty Squirrel Clan were eating and chasing each other. Not fifteen feet from me Peter Rabbit ambled by the border garden filled with roses, succulents, lantana, and pink ice plants. He sidled by the border grass edging; I caught his eye, he said nothing, but didn’t run. He stopped under the feeder to scratch with one hind leg. He then wandered off towards the neighbor’s yard. Hoover decided he’d waited long enough, and so started his hippity hop towards me. The garbage truck roared up the street; Peter Rabbit must have been near, cause just then Peter came running past me … not three feet away … screaming, “Every man for himself!” Well, that did it for Hoover, he skedaddled, too. Just when I thought things might calm down, I spied a small hawk perch upon the trash can across the street. Our critters became scarce and quiet. Hawkeye flew onto the top of the van across the street. I continued to sit waiting to see what would happen next. Feeling responsible for our critter crew, I decided to retreat to the house; I didn’t want to encourage anyone out into the open, in harm’s way of Hawkeye.

I started this morning off as part of nature and the community of critters that share space and seeds with my husband and me. I arose refreshed and blessed to be a part of the living scene as it played out in front of me.

Dear Lord, I thank You for sharing Your furry feathery family with me. I was honored to be there. I was absorbed with the relationship intricacies, and thankful my actions did not meddle or interfere with their delicate balance.

Your kingdom absolutely includes the many crawly, creepy, flippy, floppy, wingy, flitty, hippity-hoppity, skediddle skedaddlers.

I wouldn’t have been anywhere else this morning more glorious, than Your Creation in tune with each other and with their environment. Bless You, Heavenly Father, for sharing this part of Your kingdom with me this morning. Thank You for the trust Your creatures had in me. May I have other meditations, other moments, within Your Natural Kingdom.

 

 

All That’s Good, and Great, and True

Words: Godfrey Thring  1863.

Music: Orientis Partibus a French tune

 

All that’s good, and great, and true,
All that is and is to be,
Be it old or be it new,
Comes, O Father, comes from Thee.

 

Mercies dawn with every day,
Newer, brighter than before;
And the sun’s declining ray
Layeth others up in store.

 

Not a bird that doth not sing
Sweetest praises to Thy name;
Not an insect on the wing
But Thy wonders doth proclaim.

 

Every blade and every tree
All in happy concert ring,
And in wondrous harmony
Join in praises to their king.

 

Fill us, then, with love divine;
Grant that we, though toiling here,
May in spirit, being Thine,
See and hear Thee everywhere.

 

May we all, with songs of praise,
Whilst on earth Thy name adore,
Till with angel choirs we raise
Songs of praise forevermore.

 

 

Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

 

God writes the gospel not in the Bible alone, but on trees and flowers and clouds and stars. ~Author unknown, commonly attributed to Martin Luther

 

Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair. ~Khalil Gibran

 

In wilderness I sense the miracle of life, and behind it our scientific accomplishments fade to trivia. ~Charles A. Lindbergh, Life, 1967 December 22nd

 

If you wish to know the divine, feel the wind on your face and the warm sun on your hand. ~Buddha

 

The world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful. ~e.e. cummings

 

The mountains
and the stones
and the birds
and the animals
are my family too —
~James McGrath (b.1928)

 

Psalm 8:3-4  International Children’s Bible

I look at the heavens,
which you made with your hands.
I see the moon and stars,
which you created.
But why is man important to you?
Why do you take care of human beings?

 

Job 12:7-12  The Message 

But ask the animals what they think—let them teach you;
let the birds tell you what’s going on.
Put your ear to the earth—learn the basics.
Listen—the fish in the ocean will tell you their stories.
Isn’t it clear that they all know and agree
that God is sovereign, that he holds all things in his hand—
Every living soul, yes,
every breathing creature?
Isn’t this all just common sense,
as common as the sense of taste?
Do you think the elderly have a corner on wisdom,
that you have to grow old before you understand life?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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2 thoughts on “Morning Glory”

  1. Our late cat Duncan did the same thing once. We were walking down the street with Duncan and Kitty Boy, who was more of a Bob Cat than a cat, anyhow, a motorcycle started up with it’s loud roaring and Duncan took off down the middle of the street yelling at the top of his lungs … “Every man for himself!” Our pets and critters are quite selfish when it comes to self preservation. : ) I’m glad you enjoyed my story, Mel. It was fun to write!!

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