I love birds…
Their flight is free and light, as if they carried the secrets of heaven upon their wings. When I watch them glide between the branches and sing without fear, my heart rises with them. They remind me that life is simple, beautiful, and that there is always a reason to lift our eyes and give thanks for a new day.
Today, however, was something special. A small group of quails wandered into my garden. They moved with that shy, curious grace that only quails possess—like tiny keepers of silence, tiptoeing through the morning light. Their unexpected visit filled the air with a gentle peace, a soft blessing that touched my soul with tenderness.
As I stood there watching them, time seemed to slow down. The rustle of their little feet, the quiet rhythm of their steps, and the way they paused to look around made my garden feel sacred for a moment. It was as if God Himself had sent them to whisper, “Be still. Breathe. You are surrounded by beauty.” And in that simple, fleeting encounter, my heart found a deeper rest.
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