My daily egg harvest gives me so much joy! The whole undertaking of visiting my chickens every morning reminds me to grab the preciousness of each moment, to live in the present, and to pay attention.
I’m reminded to not rush through a task negatively dressing it as a chore to check off. Am I guilty of thinking, “what do I have to do next?”
I clean out their coop, sift out their gift of droppings, anticipating the profusion of blooms these droppings will nourish next spring. My ladies cluck-cluck at me, each expressing their own unique personalities. I give them fresh water and think about how much I also savor my first drink of tea in the morning. I open the flap on the nesting boxes and retrieve their colorful eggs and thank them for my breakfast.
I have been so full of grief this last month. I’m sad that my next in line sister died suddenly. I’m sad that we four sisters can’t be old retirees together yucking it up as planned. I’m sad that this COVID virus has kept us apart. I’m sad about politics these days. I’m sad that my home country of Lebanon is suffering exponentially.
Therefore, and it’s a big “therefore,” this morning, I’m choosing to magnify the incidental here and now snippets of joy, like a basket full of fresh eggs!
Which everyday moment gives you joy?
A cheerful heart brings good healing, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones.