A much needed journey to Maxwell Wildlife Sanctuary in New Mexico. Given the vast number of birds there during migration, I thought surely it would be filled with nesting geese and other birds. The lake was empty save for less than a dozen ducks held in the glass like large lake. Their sparseness gave the impression of tiny specks upon the perfectly stilled waters. I smiled, an empty lake? Oh no…. Rumi said ‘I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.’ The lake was filled with the Meadowlark’s song. And the mesa, mountains, lake, trees, and the earth herself a most attuned audience….. as if the Meadowlark noticed. And in the fullness of emptiness another mystic’s words returned as I sat and listened in stillness as my own heart began to sing….