“The question of what it means to be human has now become inextricable from the question of who we are to each other.” ~ Krista Tippett
There is something about hearing the birdsong in the morning. I hear it as a conversation and imagine what is being conveyed. This morning I heard the crane call as they flew over our house from their nest near us to the fields just south of us. I imagine they are telling me they are on their way to begin their food forage for the day, wishing me well. Then come the cardinals and the chickadees, the blue jays and the crows. And some other unexpected friends join the conversation.
This time of year, I imagine the conversation is about preparations for the move soon to be upon those who will leave for warmer climes. Are they letting each other know where there is good food to nourish them, how their young are doing, when they will leave, how lovely it is to be able to greet the day again, greet the bright sun, the warm air? Something for us all to consider.
It’s August and my thoughts go to moving on, too, as I complete my summer activities and prepare for the fall season of workshops, classes, meetings, the annual fall retreat I coordinate and the everyday care of those in my life. It’s a sweet time to acknowledge the experiences of connection, love, care and even the challenges of the last months.
I’ve heard from several people recently about major health challenges and their need for support and care from all of us around them. Our friends in Louisiana certainly need a great deal of support and care as they rebuild their lives after the devastating flooding of summer 2016. Offering our care to each other is an opportunity we have every day, and as the above quote suggests who we are to each other is connected to what it means to be human.
May your last weeks of the summer season be a time of completion, of opening to greater care and attention to what arises in your life, and of careful listening to the birds’ conversations.