My morning routine this spring has been to wake up early with a cup of coffee and listen to the birds sing. Last night I left a few windows open to allow in the fresh air. Instead of walking into the kitchen and consciously choosing to step outside for the premier of Birdsong, I heard the song as though the birds found their way into the house.
What do we know? This or that. Some version of another blah blah. How about proofiness born of some referenced research? What do we know? Anything, nothing, something, everything. Is knowing really worth our time? Seems like the birds know something that alludes us human beings. Are we in their world or are they in ours?
I know this to be true. We are here on this living earth together. Everything living matters. Endings should come naturally or as part of this living systems natural cycles. That’s it. Now back to Birdsong and the lead Cardinal scatting in a call and response.