On my lakeside deck, I sit out in the early morning to be close to nature, slowly immersing myself into the day. Here, I sit to listen, pray, and do my writing. Closing my eyes, I try to only listen for morning sounds. Choosing consciously to spend time to just sit quietly with listening. Sometimes this helps inspire my morning writing or leads me into my morning prayers ~ and then move into spending time listening to God, and in God’s words. I feel close to God here amongst the mighty trees, watching the Lake Ann sunrises, and lake waters move to sky winds.
Everyday is a gift!
Take time to listen ~ hearing a red fox’s screech as he walks along the shorelines
hearing summer cicadas’ last constant hums as they get ready to go back home
hearing a tiny woodland wren’s very very loud chirping as she flys and sits on a railing to show herself off
hearing a far away grey heron’s deep throated calling as she eyes her watch
hearing a couple of grey squirrels’ constant shattering as they run ninety miles over open treetops