Momservation: This human experience is about choices. Seems like a no-brainer to choose love over hate, compassion over intolerance, peace over violence, humanity over indifference, and goodness over evil.
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On this Good Friday it seemed appropriate that I should take my fuzzy angel for a walk in God’s House:
It was the least I could do to thank Him and her for her companionship during my human experience. There is no better proof, to me, that God graces us with reminders of Heaven than the unconditional love of a beloved pet and the breathtaking beauty of nature.
Walking the wild flower and butterfly laden trails along the American River Parkway, spring exploding around us in a spectacular metaphor of rebirth, I listened to the hymns of my church:
The wind singing through the oaks, ash, and cottonwoods; their fresh, vibrant green leaves quivering in the joy of their revival.
The swallows, wrens, and starlings whistling a chorus of amens with red-tailed hawks crying out their hallelujahs.
The comforting gurgling of the American River swollen with a life-sustaining bounty of seasonal rains joins the choir in homage to the spring resurrection.
And here’s what it sang:
Look up and see the beauty flowering around you
not the weeds tangling your feet
Look up and hear the birds singing the day’s praise
not the naysayers predicting your defeat
Look up and feel the wind pushing at your back
don’t let the quicksand of fear hold you still
Look up and breathe in the sun’s vibrant rays
don’t stand in the shadows and catch rejection’s chill
Look up and taste the joy of living
don’t wrap yourself in a blanket of despair
Look up and grasp the low hanging fruit
Take a bite and enjoy the journey that gets you there