I wake to an almost clear sky except for feathered vapour trails veiling the sun.
a friend sends a Rumi verse as a birthday gift:
Birdsong brings relief
to my longing
I'm just as ecstatic as they are,
but with nothing to say!
Please universal soul, practice
some song or something through me!
Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Birds sing through necessity and in doing so create something very beautiful. Is that like "doing everything as if for god"? How to live doing the things that need to be done, being what needs to be. It's good to have some very long term goals....
many messages and thoughtful gifts from friends & family. shall I bake a cake?