Monday, July 30, 2007
Early Morning Magic
I was drinking my coffee, Sunday morning, when I spotted the quail from the window. Putting the mug down, I picked up my camera, opened the door as quietly as I could, and went towards him with all the stealth I could muster. And pleaded silently for him to stay put, and not get all skittery and shy.
I was surprised he didn’t move, though he kept a wary eye on me. The shot might be sharper if I'd been more fully awake. Emboldened, I tried to creep closer, for a better shot. But he decided it was time to cut and run. Only then did I realize he must have been perched there as a lookout, because half a dozen of his family were disappearing into the bushes with him!
I was glad he’d lured me outside. It was a beautiful morning. The rain had made the fairy lilies pop.
Water, like drops of liquid crystal, trembled on leaves in the shade.
A dinner plate sized mushroom had materialized from nowhere. And over it all the morning sun sparkled through the trees.
God, I thought, is surely in His heaven. And telling me to embrace the moment. This moment. Because fretting about yesterday, or worrying about tomorrow, just distracts us from fully appreciating today.
End of sermon. You can stop yawning now. Amen.