My wife pointed out to me last night that a mother and father cardinal established their nest in an elevated nook of our back porch (on the branch of a huge shrub) while we weren't looking. Evidently several chicks hatched while we were away on vacation, and we can now see mom and dad bringing food home on a regular basis. Occasionally, my wife sees little beaks straining upward. (She has better eyes than me.) At this moment, sitting here with the door open before the day's heat takes over, I hear clusters of their chirping, the sound of joy or hunger, I'm not sure which. Would love to snap a picture, but I don't want to trespass on their space.
In any case, the green leaves and the chirps and the summer breeze all leave me feeling very grateful for the five senses God blessed me with. And I am reminded, as well, of a short video that fits rather nicely with any moment of gratitude. (Sometimes I watch this piece after a long day, and I always sleep more peacefully that night.)
The speaker here is Brother David Steindl-Rast, a Benedictine monk.
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