A lone, young cat walks along the curb across the street, darts its head around-and then again, and hops onto the walk in front of his home. He keeps moving, and when reaching the lawn, races freely down the grassy hill.

Nearby, a flock of birds land in synchronicity upon the top of the tree, with all of the energy of the new day beginning.

This activity seems life in action, determined and intentional, but where and why only they know. We just watch. Oh that our lives were as free and energized as theirs.  Their purpose is now, focus is here, and the day holds adventure for which they have no worry.

 Today, run, sing, dance, fly in the freedom of the morning!  Where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom-
Because that is home.