Musings on a Small Life

Okay, guys, my entire life--well, since I was about 5 or 6 years old and lying in bed with the chicken pox--this has been my favourite bird song, but I've never been able to figure out what kind of bird it is. I once tried humming it to someone, but my humming was so bad they didn't have a clue. Someone must know, I'm sure it must be quite common and prolific, given that I hear it every spring/summer. The video is a mere 5 seconds, just turn up your volume! And as for continued signs of Spring, here are the tulips that were just in bud on Friday, snapped again this morning, when I was out and about.     Here's hoping for a crazy-free week. At least the full moon has passed.  :-p

So there I was this morning at about 6:40AM, walking the easy kilometer down from the bus stop on the route I normally take to my office. With thoughts like this running through my head: Wow, at the end of the month it'll be 11 years since the ex moved out. It'll be my 12th April (and onward) in the house alone. Gees, nothing in my life has changed except the cats who keep me company and the colour of my walls. And the neighbours. Ongoing isolation. Sometimes loneliness. Loss. Depression. Full. Stop. Instead of letting my thoughts run on like that, I tuned in to the sounds around me, and heard the glorious, sweet song of a robin. He might have been saying, "This is my territory, every other male stay away," or "Hey, robin ladies, I'm waiting for you ," but to me it was a joyful and joyous sound. And it really did help to bring my awareness to the Present and to the small things that bring me happiness. (Like the full Goddess Moon this mo...