The Secret Life of my backyard.

"I hadn't been out to the hives before, so to start off she gave me a lesson in what she called 'bee yard etiquette'. She reminded me that the world was really one bee yard, and the same rules work fine in both places. Don't be afraid, as no life-loving bee wants to sting you. Still, don't be an idiot; wear long sleeves and pants. Don't swat. Don't even think about swatting. If you feel angry, whistle. Anger agitates while whistling melts a bee's temper. Act like you know what you're doing, even if you don't. Above all, send the bees love. Every little thing wants to be loved." — Sue Monk Kidd

It is a secret world,

that back yard of mine...

I sat out on the deck this morning in my robe

(looking beautiful I must add--i didn't say sexy hot--i had a tan socks with aqua house shoes--was having a fashion faux pas)

coffee steaming hot

and

oh the music that came

at first I didn't hear it....

I was so caught up in my usual thinking but as

I sat,

I began to hear

the symphony of God begin to play for me.....

their voices..

all their chirping sounds,

singing, chanting, talking, mixing together, churning together

bouncing off each other's song

all swirling around in the air,

moving out

to beckon the world to remember that we are alive...

The grass is pushing up..will have to be cut soon,

the trees---

the flowers are turning into new formed leaves to shade me soon...

and that family of birds...

oh my what could have probably done

 to have pissed your mama off so bad...

you were probably fighting over your space in the nest....

I can relate to her--bet you hit that last nerve-

 been like that myself...

There is something going on in my own backyard..

a mystery of sort,

things living together,

feeding each other,

supporting each other in a way

that might just teach us human beings how to get along....

a community of sort that is rare to find these days

out in the hustle and bustle...

this morning

it invited me to stop,

beckoned me to listen,

the maestro stepped up on that

granddaddy log,

lifted her baton

and

the world listened...

 I listened...

and

I was changed....

thankful this morning for the wonder of

birds singing,

grass growing,

squirrels running,

honeybees gathering...

and even a Cecil dog digging in my herb bed...

and a moment...

just a moment,

when I caught a glimmer of

the Master conductor.....

I glanced at my cup...

it was empty

no more hot steam coming off..

but me...

ah...me.

I am filled with joy and contentment..

a gift from Her...

and

now I offer my song to the world....

Oh the secret life of my backyard.......

wonder what's outside your door?