New Age Spirituality – Morning Has Been All Night Coming ( Part 16 )
When I awoke it was already daylight. I have a favorite spot where I sit with my first cup of morning coffee. It’s in the kitchen,facing the large window that overlooks the woods behind the house. Earlier that year,I had erected a number of bird feeders,and I took pleasure in watching the birds as they enjoyed the seeds Malika and Jonathan set out for them. One bird feeder was suspended from a thin wire stretched out between two giant oak trees. This was an effort in my neverending battle to prevent the relentless squirrels from devouring the entire lot of seed.
Squirrels are relatively intelligent it seems. In spite of all my precautions, they always found a way to get to the feeders. This morning I observed two young squirrels eagerly eyeing the hanging feeder. I could almost feel the intensity of their focus as they mentally calculated distances between the tree and their goal. Finally,one of them jumped,bumped against the feeder and tumbled immediately to the ground.
In so doing, he shook some seeds off the feeder,and he and his friend commenced dining on the fallen seeds.They rotated the procedure, each one taking a turn at jumping and hitting the feeder then,in unison, feasting on the seeds. There seemed to be no conflict in their systematic exercise of this practice, no competition,just cooperation and sharing. As I pondered this ongoing performance, I forgot about the book I had received in the mail, I forgot about my problems remaining to be solved,and I wondered who had taught the squirrels their acrobatic feeding routine. How did they learn to bury nuts? What were the life force and the intelligence in them that made them so graceful as they went about their daily tasks? There is an unhurriedness about animals that is so uncommon in most human beings. They seem to live entirely in the present with no regrets of yesterday nor any fears for tomorrow. To read the rest of the story visit http://www.spiritual-simplicity.com .
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