Tuesday
On a long walk late this morning I saw multiple birds, heard waves of bird songs, aerial lyrics, the winged span of an eagle passing away up-creek beyond my tardy glance. Robins and doves come to linger, jays in squacky conference, I could not say if there’s is play or debate or a brand of blue jay jazz. Ducks in flight, ducks on float. The inevitable crows. The morning sun shone warming through early spring clouds, the below-freezing dawn air changed, inviting, I’d say invigorating. For my flying friends as well as myself. And the childhood sound of birds in song gave me comfort and in-the-moment grace.
The remainder of this Tuesday, after the earliest morning rituals of prayer, meditation, coffee and reading, the never-skipped Morning Pages, the pleasure of waking to yet another day – multiply 365 times 72, add some 60 or so more, this grand blessing, all of which I’m aware…….
So when I say much of the rest of Tuesday was colored with mistake and regret, some remorse and glancing blows of melancholia…….well, I can do the math and I do the math, and lucky to be alive doesn’t cover it by a long shot. So, if the creek don’t rise and there ain’t no meltdown and I get to get up and try again Wednesday, well, there you go.
That’s a nice meditation for any day, a brand of gray jay jazz. Easily in harmony with Plum Island’s gull section and the piccolos of northern cardinals that flash red in the bushes just on the other side of this window.