drowning and dancing

The sun is shining, the sky is blue, and there is a bird making its home in the side of our house. Our cats from inside the windows looking out are tweetering at the birds. The birds take no notice, knowing that the cats are enclosed in a safe environment. Sometimes we are like the birds where the worries of the world take us into freedom. Sometimes we are like the cats wanting what we can't have and with cultural visions always in front of us wanting those things all the more. i read a quote 'drowning in the shallows of space and time', which got me thinking about the depth of my life. Am i dancing in God's presense or am i drowning in a culture that is wearing down my soul.