I got up early this morning and laid in the bed for a bit listening to the birds. I have always told my children that the birds greet Creator as the day begins. Can't you hear them? The tweets and chirps and then they start calling "Pretty Bird, Pretty Bird" over and over. First they greet God then they greet each other. I love that thought. It inspires me to get up and say my own thankyous.

I scrolled through emails looking for something profound or funny and nothing catches my eye. I went to the search and typed in Spiritual Awakening. Have you ever done that? Mostly you get definitions so full of shit you read 2 sentences and click off the page, or it's people offering their services for healing/astrology/readings... another click away moment. I ain't paying 90 bucks for something I can do myself!

Then I looked down at my feet and watched the baby kittens for a few minutes. They are growing. Here's where you go to figure out the path growth takes... lol

They no longer equal a mass of squirming, crying, unindividuation.

They have learned there is a Source.

Mama has more teats than babies

Mother will take care of their needs. (she licks those backsides well)

And this morning, instead of piling together, 3 of them are curled up into little balls.

We have kitten balls! LOL Their little faces aren't so smushed either.

When I was a little girl (don't groan) I spent hours outside watching the plants and animals. We didn't have a TV because we were very poor and because there was no cable all those years ago. It was a lot of effort to get reception. (You wrapped tin foil around the antena and if you touched it and kept touching it, someone else might get to see a fuzzy picture. lol) So we planted seeds and watched things grow, we read books. We always had animals. We couldn't feed the kids, but God knows we had animals.

One day, I was walking by myself and I came upon one of our hen's nests that had been destroyed. Some dog that didn't belong had done his thing. The mother had fought for her eggs and fought hard. The eggs were broken, except for two, and the dog was in the distance eating the hen. 2 eggs were still warm. And spilling from one of the broken eggs, there laid a tiny chick...not even to the chick stage... more an embryo - little black eye, little beak, neck, heart, and umbilical cord attatched to the yolk. My eyes were pulled to that baby. I could see it's beating heart. OMG I was upset. I reached down and picked the little form up and just held it and watched. I remember my tears, and sitting for the 3 or 4 minutes it lived, just staring at that heart beating in my hand. It might have been half the size of a 2mm bead... and it was not inside skin or anything you'd expect... at least not what a 13 yr old expects... It just beat. No pain, a little movement from the chick... but everything in that moment was about the heart. I had all the helpless feelings of not being able to do anything - wanting my mom - wanting to help - wishing for answers. Crying. I held and watched until the heart stopped beating then covered the little body with grass and carried the 2 warm eggs to put under a different setting hen.

I still think of that from time to time. Nothing is so life altering than to see a beating heart in the palm of your own hand.