April 13th – “Rhythm Of The Robin”

April 13th – “Rhythm Of The Robin”

The robins in the backyard are hard at work. They’re laying the foundation for a new nest over the kitchen door. They have been residents here for years, returning every April to reclaim their place in Barrie.

They are the Snowbirds of birds.

But here’s the thing, it’s not good building weather. Spring, as we all know in Barrie, is taking some kind of extended lunch break. It may be mid-April, but it’s still cold, and snowy and wintry, and if you have listened to the forecast you know that it is about to get much worse.  If I was a robin, I would have turned around at the border, and spent another month in the sunny south until spring in Canada finally decides to get to work!

So why are they building? Because robins, and I am assuming pretty much all creatures (winged or otherwise), take their cues not from what is going on around them, but from the impulses within them. They are driven by a rhythm of life that seems oblivious to their circumstances. The rhythm within a robin that stirs it to build a nest, is the same rhythm that urges the bulb to climb its way to the cold surface. The rhythm of the robin is the same rhythm that awakens the hibernating bear and gives flight to a flock of geese. In other words, a robin doesn’t wait for spring around it, because it takes its direction from the spring that is within it.

What if the rhythm in a robin, bulb, bear and goose, is in us too? What if our urges, impulses, nudges, and hunches are grace-notes of the song of life trying to teach us a new melody? We humans are great at reacting to what is going on around us, but I wonder sometimes if we have become tone-deaf to what is going on within us.

Here is a challenge. Just for today, spend a few quiet moments tuning into a new song, the song that sings within you. Listen to what it is trying to tell you. You may be surprised. It may have a tune for you as hopeful, and inspiring as a robin’s song.

“In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer. And that makes me happy. For it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me, there’s something stronger – something better, pushing right back.” – Albert Camus