I’m sitting at my kitchen table answering emails. The birds chatter catches my attention. My fingers freeze just above the keys. I glance out the window. Perched on the weathered fence post sits a bluebird, her belly swollen.

 

 

 

 

Her mate swoops down. Clutched in his beak are tiny sticks. His head moves to the right, then left like an oscillating fan set on low; his ears listen for signs of danger. Content that he’s safe, he flies into the Ping-Pong size hole and disappears.

 

 

 

 

Mama stands guard waiting for her mate to appear.

 

 

 

 

His head emerges. He flies away.

 

 

 

 

Mama swoops into the hole, puts the sticks in place, preparing the nest for her brood.

 

 

 

 

I hold my breath and wait in anticipation. Her head crowns the hole. She too flies away. The dance of life goes on.

 

 

 

 

Times like this make my heart flutter and fill every cell of my being with joy, reminding me that there is always something to be grateful for.

When was the last time you put the brakes on, opened your eyes to the sweet miracles of life and truly immersed yourself in the times between “what was” and “what is” yet to come?  What did it feel like to be caught up in the magic of the moment?