May 5, 2015
(This is part
of a 365 project during my 70th year where I write and illustrate a blog on
each day's gift.)
Silence wraps itself around my neighborhood in the
late hour and I step outside to look up at a clear sky. The season’s newly
colored trees turn to silhouettes against the deep blue sky perforated by white pinholes. The moon has taken residence just west of the scene I
am watching.
I breathe in this spring stage, feeling the moment. Nearby,
a serenade begins—a solo by a Carolina wren as far as my untrained ear
can discern. It is actually a concert of many songs—this singer has a
repertoire of as many as 40 songs and I think he is practicing them all
tonight. In the stillness of the night, I may be his sole audience. His
favorite song seems to be one that sounds like “Cherry, cherry, cherry, cherry.”
Another section has variations on the theme with a few staccatos thrown in. As
he continues the songs, I imagine the lyrics change from “cherry” to “Bonnie”
I cannot see this bird but it is enough to hear the
music against a blue speckled backdrop and to imagine his peers perching in the
wings of his celestial concert hall. As I listen, my body becomes a sitar with
sympathetic strings vibrating to each note of the performance. Maybe this
experience is a personification of peace—I don’t know. But what I do know is
that as long as one voice stabs the night with a song, there is resonance in
the soul.
My
gift today is a serenade.
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You can find links to my other posts on this project here:
http://bjschupp.blogspot.com/2014/12/365-gifts.html
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