Red, red, robin

“When the red, red, robin comes bob, bob, bobbin' along, along

There'll be no more sobbin', when he starts throbbin' his old sweet song

Ah, wake up, wake up you sleepy head

Get up, get up, get out of bed

Cheer up, cheer up, the sun is red

Live, love, laugh and be happy”   Song lyrics by Harry M. Woods (1926)

As I sit here in bed in a delayed rising, I overhear the chirping and tweeting of an unseen and unnamed bird.  Hearing this signifies that spring is approaching and temperatures are on the rise.  ALS provides many serendipitous opportunities like this one. Usually (before the disease), I’d be up and busy by this time of day and miss their warbling.  Instead, I imagine where they are.  I wonder what color and size they are.  I question whether they have a nest nearby or what their business is near my window. As I travel through answering these questions, a vivid scene of green, growth, brighter days, rebirth, laughter, and living unfolds. Enter a sense of peace and dopamine that fuels the body, if only briefly.  This is but one of the gifts or “silver linings” of this disease.

Did anyone else notice the song's phrase “live, love, laugh…”?  It is so prolific, yet it is “old school.”

Post #1 in my Silver Lining Series

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