I wish I could be as excited every morning as the pre-dawn birds.  They seem so bursting with chatter and bustle and dancing song that it is indeed another morning.  Maybe they are souls that were trapped in prison and now each day they wake they are thrilled to be flying and free.

Near death experiences can bring that joy of living.  The idea that we’d leave this magnificent blue-green planet for another dimension makes it seem more beautiful and precious.  There are those, I’m sure, who do not see their lives in that glow.  And certainly I’m here in the morning, a bit slow, tentative, feeling like I’m pushing to enjoy the idea of going out in the cold to greet the day.

Let me be a bird today.  Let their chirping enthusiasm fill my body with that energy of endless hope and joy.  I claim the flight, I embody their tiny hollow bones that vibrate with their powerful call to life.