Heaven must surely be filled to the brim with birdsong. I don’t know their names, these tiny warblers who cheerfully celebrate even the smallest improvement in winter weather — except for the obvious cardinals and mockingbirds. In northern Arizona, a singing bird was a rarity. The meadowlarks in the spring, with their clear, pure, three-note song, are the ones I remember. Singing out from high perches, the always sounded romantically lonely to me. But here, birdsong heralds the opening of day as surely as the light from the sun, so long as icy rain is not actively drenching the choir! Such joy.
If a little good is what you can do — do it! If you can bring excitement back to a widow’s life, do that. If you can praise a co-worker, do that. If you can make a child smile, do that. Every little bit of good is important in the world. And I’ve discovered that there are many opportunities for small pieces of good at Seldom Seen Quilting! What a joy!
Laughter and the pursuit of creativity are the two best medicines for anything that ails me. And they are good preventive medicine as well! Spent the evening laughing until the tears flowed, with friends both good and true, and received a windfall gift of beautiful, colorful threads to use on the embroidery machine. To top the day off, I was able to share the joy experienced by a new convert to the art of longarm quilting! It just doesn’t get much better than that!