August 19, 2015
(If we live with an open and grateful attitude, every
day will bring a gift. This is one of 365 gifts during the year I turned 70.)
First thing this morning, I was watering potted
plants outside and listening to the loud cicada chorus. They seem to sing
forever—morning, noon and at least part way into the night. I was thinking that
they seemed to be even louder and clearer than usual until my eyes landed on a
lone cicada just two feet from me, vying for a lead spot in the performance. It sang
loudly and clearly, unconcerned that it was not a special 17-year variety but
one in brood IV or brood XXXII. It is seldom that I see these singers and I was
delighted for the opportunity to see this one with its beautiful transparent green wings.
As the sun was setting this evening, we took our
Belarusian guests to our community beach and walked out on the pier. The
cicadas were going strong as the sky painted pink and rosy grays across the
horizon. Add to the scene a little breeze and rippling water in Gray’s Creek to create a magic
aura, an invitation to be in the moment.
Since cicadas live for only a few weeks, I suppose
their passionate singing must indicate that they are making the most of their
short lives. Their song is a constant reminder to us humans who also have
numbered lives. So I listen every day to the cicadas and am thankful that I
have another day to enjoy their song.
My
gift today is another day to listen.
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