A finch sat on the chimney top this morning waving his song courageously loud. LOUD – as in the whole neighborhood could hear it! Perhaps if I sat on chimney tops I would also feel courageous? Or is it this, the song (the EXPLOSION of gratefulness for simply being alive) welcomes courage, welcomes joy and full-ness?
I think we keep getting this part mixed up. We continually wait to sing until we “feel” there is good reason. Until all the things are going right.
Singing first is much harder.
BUT, perhaps singing the song FIRST is the whole point?!
