Back in NZ, the dawn chorus was a big production by itself. Hundreds (or so it seemed) of birds woke up and sang to herald the dawn, trilling, warbling, tweeting, it was as if the dawn itself was so excited to arrive that it had found a voice and decided to announce its own coming. I would just lay in bed and listen and soak it all in, and as humans are wont to do wonder what it was that they were all saying to each other. It was the most uplifting experience.
Here in India, it is a muted affair, sparrows chattering busily in the tree outside with an occasional crow-call to add bass. However, since it is hard to hear and almost gets drowned in the morning noises of the city I have to focus in order to stay with the music. That in itself is a lesson in being present in the Now. So I am grateful for the dawn chorus (God bless their little hearts) wherever I am.
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With city life getting commercially expensive, Ballard Estate is losing the sheen of commercial activity and getting back the glory of yester years when the birds tweeted on its ancient trees lining some of its lanes. I am in one such crowded lane with huge trees and the bird call is all I hear as me and my colleague sit in a spaciuos new office awaiting more staff to join us.
Your post has brought me back to enjoy the NOW whcih is the tweeting of birds, never mind office hours!
Thnaks again for the lovely post. Love it
With city life getting commercially expensive, Ballard Estate is losing the sheen of commercial activity and getting back the glory of yester years when the birds tweeted on its ancient trees lining some of its lanes. I am in one such crowded lane with huge trees and the bird call is all I hear as me and my colleague sit in a spaciuos new office awaiting more staff to join us.
Your post has brought me back to enjoy the NOW which is the tweeting of birds, never mind office hours!
Thanks again for the lovely post. Love it
Your blog has opened my eyes to just so many little mercies that I could have easily missed!
My BIL had laboured breathing and due his chronic illness, he needed a dilator to get his phlegm out. I was complaining of ribs aching when I met the doc. Soon after read your new blog and then I started to count:
Thank Grace for the capability to cough; steam inhaler for giving a jet of steam to warm the congested sinus;for the inventor of geyser that spouts hot water at the click of a button, for the tap with running water; endless are the mercies which I miss to note in my metro life. Thanks for this blog!
Thanks Rukmini. Good to know that someone is being nurtured by my blog...
I have heard amma say "sajjana sangham"....can I say w.r to blogging that reading such nurturing blogs is the modern "sajjana sangham"?
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