Skipping through social media, as best as I could this morning, waiting for the ads to load so I could scroll, I stumbled across the word “emoji,” and have thought about it some. As I scroll, I hit these little icons of like, love, thankful, wow. I rarely do any of the others, I just keep scrolling. Sometimes I remember to delete the ads I’ve seen way too much, for fear of saying something spiteful, we shouldn’t dwell in a negative world.
Then my break comes. Gracie, the black lab. She gets up in the morning, and while I am hovering over the laptop and a cuppa joe, she wants her hugs. “You are the best puppy ever!” I state, and she shudders and chatters her teeth, her happy sign. I wish I had an emoji for that. Wait. No I don’t. She is alive and affectionate. We step outside, where her “babies” wait for her (a stuffed bone, and a stuffed skunk, she takes her pick). The morning birds announce the morning, despite the dark rain clouds that keep the sun from shining.
And the birds, we keep the bird feeders full, despite instruction that they need to now find food on their own. We are enjoying them way too much. We even saw Baltimore orioles the other day!
We found her crying in the box of sawdust. The stray kitten that wandered from mama’s nest, somewhere in that haymow. She cried and cried. Barn kittens, we leave them for mama to find. (She did find her!)
All signs of life, a full life, and in the circle of life. Life in signs: the apple blossoms, the dogwood trees, the daffodils and tulips as they awaken, and now, the lilacs. (As soon as the sweet honeysuckle blooms, I am reminded that heaven exists.)
Stop and listen. Just for a moment. The world goes on. It’s a better place.