What Moves You?

The other morning, as it happened, I was moved by nearby call of a delicate nuthatch.

I was already out in a local ravine, enjoying a short break in the extreme weather. But it wasn’t until the small surprise of this little bird so near that something inside me was moved - from the inside out.

When I am moved by those small and fleeting gifts - then somehow I am filled with hope for life, and the power of listening, presence, stillness and simplicity.