That’s life

That's life, outside the window, turning green and twittering. Spring is coming, I hear the birds sing. Spring is coming, whisper the dandelion leaves that popped up in the front yard.

That's life, always changing. Growing and dying. Making noise. Wanting attention. And even if you don't pay attention -- it just does its thing. A clamor, or a soft chime. Whatever -- it just keeps going.

That's life. The ocean, the shells, the rocks, the ferns. The garden outside my window. The worms on the sidewalk. The chicken that gave its life for my lunch.

That's life. The opportunity to love. To hate. To sink into apathy. To be called back from some deep inner place by the voice of a friend.

That's life. All of it. More vast than we notice, most days. That's life. And we get to live it. If we choose. That's life. The big. The small. The open and close. The everything. The all. That's life. That's life. That's life. __