An early morning storm through my bedroom window….
I woke to the flash of lightning crashing, the deep rumble of booming thunder in the pre-dawn, and the panting of stressed dogs in our bed. The rain was torrential, and we knew we were in for a rough weather day, as the Governor of Alabama had already declared a State of Emergency and even UAB had closed- a very rare thing. Waves of stormy, hail-y, tornado-y weather had begun. Time to batten down the hatches.
Listening to the sounds of the storm rattle our old house, I noticed something else…the birds. The birds were singing with great joy and exuberance, weather be damned. I thought about what courage it took for these fragile creatures to sing in the face of weather that could destroy them so easily (and us). When things got really bad, the birdsong ceased and they hunkered down, but as soon as there was a lull in the madness, there they were again, singing full voice and flying around the cloudy sky, grabbing a snack at the bird feeder.
What a lesson for us, to keep our joy no matter the circumstances we face. We, too, can weather the storm and find ourselves stronger on the other side. It is wired inside of us to survive, to thrive. It reminded me of the old adage, ‘the joy is in the journey’. We truly can choose how we react to events- I forget we have that power sometimes- especially lately- but I’m going to do my best to change that, to remember. I choose joy.