One of my fondest memories of my grandparents’ lake house was waking up in the morning to the symphony of bird song. In those moments I felt deeply comforted. I would often sit quietly listening before sneaking over to the open window to see if I could identify which birds were singing. I was always impressed by the majesty of the Blue Jays, the brilliant colors of the Goldfinches, and the Robins dancing on the lawn.
One of my great joys now is sitting on my front porch each Saturday morning gathering my thoughts for this post. The birds sing and, even in challenging times, a sense of peace flows through me.
There is a lot of talk about the power of nature to restore and heal our souls. It is thought that our relationship to bird song is hard-wired into our brains. Birds and their song were a sign to our ancestors of natural abundance. Their rhythmic and melodic patterns are, in and of themselves, soothing. And, in the face of danger, the birds don’t sing. A natural alarm.
When we search for help with our personal challenges and discomfort. We often look for something to do. A tool or action to change the way we feel or react or respond to specific situations. While I am not one to knock a good strategy, I have come to believe that we are often better served by finding those places of connection and abundance. For it is in the context of positive connection that our souls are soothed and magical things happen both in ourselves and in our relationships with our horses.
Hoping we all can find a place this week “where the birds sing.” ~ Paul
One of my fondest memories of my grandparents’ lake house was waking up in the morning to the symphony of bird song. In those moments I felt deeply comforted. I would often sit quietly listening before sneaking over to the open window to see if I could identify which birds were singing. I was always impressed by the majesty of the Blue Jays, the brilliant colors of the Goldfinches, and the Robins dancing on the lawn.
One of my great joys now is sitting on my front porch each Saturday morning gathering my thoughts for this post. The birds sing and, even in challenging times, a sense of peace flows through me.
There is a lot of talk about the power of nature to restore and heal our souls. It is thought that our relationship to bird song is hard-wired into our brains. Birds and their song were a sign to our ancestors of natural abundance. Their rhythmic and melodic patterns are, in and of themselves, soothing. And, in the face of danger, the birds don’t sing. A natural alarm.
When we search for help with our personal challenges and discomfort. We often look for something to do. A tool or action to change the way we feel or react or respond to specific situations. While I am not one to knock a good strategy, I have come to believe that we are often better served by finding those places of connection and abundance. For it is in the context of positive connection that our souls are soothed and magical things happen both in ourselves and in our relationships with our horses.
Hoping we all can find a place this week “where the birds sing.” ~ Paul
