Sun. Fun; Rest. Life brings love and joy for the gently humble

Sun. Fun; Rest. Life brings love and joy for the gently humble

The beginning of birds chirping lit my day. What comes forth is just subtle claps of clouds parting. It is the gentle breeze of grass growing. So goes the simple task of getting up to just get milk from the fridge.

These are healing verses. Not the ones those are used too. Too much is made of clasping whirlwinds. Tornadoes demand notice, but not so these days. Winds that rock are easy to find beauty in it. Destruction is an observation that often demands notice. Beauty is the consolation of death. With television and fake beauty all around, it's often thrilling to notice crying little devils in the background ripping it apart demanding that their pain take notice.

And then what? What for? What matter if shreds tear apart the floor if there be no marble to replace it?

Too many settle for empty chores and banging clacks to distract from silent spaces and nick knacks.

Give me an ice cream sandwich any day. The birds chirping that do not demand. They celebrate.

Life provides and they sing.

It is easy for the male and female birds to chirp back. They light up the sun.

It is easy for dogs to look up and comfort me.

Life is simple.

It is easy for me to take walks and enjoy ice cream.

A broken guitar offers no beauty. It is only a distraction.

Face the music all around you, if you can bear to hear your eggs crack.

I cook sausage while watching the sun rise.

It holds no irony.

Sausage is sausage. It snaps, crackles and pops.

It makes the sun glaze in my eyes.

There is where beauty rests. It doesn't prepare me for the day.

It informs me that I am the day as the sun glazes through my eyes.

So rests my soul.

Yours rests here too, if you let it.