There are sounds to seasons. There are sounds to places, and there are sounds to every time in one’s life. ––Alison Wyrley Birch—
Life is rich and full. Your life. My life. Even when the day feels flat or hollow, there’s a richness to it that escapes our attention. We see only what we choose to see. We hear selectively, too. Our prejudgment precludes our getting the full effects of any experience. Some days we hear only the drum of the humdrum. But the greater our faith in the program and a loving God, the clearer our perceptions become. We miss less of the day’s events; we grow in our understanding of our unfolding,
and we perceive with clarity the role others are playing in our lives. We can see life as a concert in progress when we transcend our own narrow scope and appreciate the variety of people and situations all directed toward the same finale. The more we’re in tune with the spiritual activity surrounding us; the more harmoniously we will be able to perform our parts. I will listen to the music of today. I will get in tune, in rhythm. I am needed for the concert’s beauty.