EARLY BIRD

Being early for your time can be a very lonely place to be.

It is easy to loose heart if you get up before sunrise every morning, time and time again, through winter and rain, weather and pain.

Someday, one day, someone will come along who will hear your song. Someone’s ear will be tuned enough, an eye open to see and they will take the time to appreciate where you are singing from.

They will see you for who you are.

“I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A bird will fall frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.”

D.H. Lawrence

Keep going and never give up! Let your song sing others home. And if you are not yet sure what that song is? Leave no stone unturned to find out – it is the crowing glory of existence!