Today I was sitting down in the garden, the sun was shining and the dude and I were enjoying it’s warmth.

A few months ago we got baby chicks, and now teenagers, we have realized that one of our “hens” is not a hen at all.  He was practicing his warbling cock-a-doodle doo, much like a teenage boy would belt out the words to a rock n’ roll song: out of key, and with wavering volume, but a whole lot of heart.

The hens were pecking at some left over popcorn that the girls and I had picked up when we went to the movies last night.

It was a good day. A day full of life.

And twitter was alive with news about the Boston Marathon bombings.

So I shut it off.

Not because I didn’t care, or I didn’t want to share that I cared. Just that, I was embracing my world at that moment. I was enjoying my life.

Yes, there is tragedy around us every day, nearby and remote to where we hang our hat. Yes, it is all terrible, and sometimes it is worse than others.
And sometimes, I just don’t want to know about it.

Sometimes, I want to just keep my peace with the world, and accept that it is filled with the good and the bad and the utterly horrendous.

And often, even frequently, I want to keep my thoughts, and my heart tuned into the good. I don’t want to give the bad stuff any of my energy, or my time.

I have sent out my little private prayer for anyone around the world who needed it today, but I will not go to twitter or facebook to engage, or read one of the many varying accounts of the worlds news. Because yes, there has been lots of things that happened in the world today.

But in my world; the cockerel tried to cock-a-doodle-doo for the first time, and i kind of laughed at his efforts.

And the dude and I found a huge worm for the hens.

And the sun shone on us, and we were warm and we were happy today.