Whistling

Lyrics of Whistling

Attending out the window, we note the changing of the seasons
Waking with the world outside, our senses need no reasons.
Hearing leaves rustle, cars zoom, or birds chirping in flight
We hush for the candle, together we sing, “The Golden Sun so great and bright…”

We’re filled by morning rituals of cuddles, reading, and story
Living life in gratitude for this homeschool life’s repertory
I whistle as I work to begin this day anew
“How did you learn to do that?!” she asks. “To whistle like that! How did you?”

I’m filled with memories of my Daddy whistling his twilight tunes
“He’s home!” we’d say, and joyfully we’d bustle about the rooms
“Time to eat! Daddy’s here!” This rhythm served me well.
And still, the melody of our daily life composes the music in which we dwell.

Just as the Bridge Builder worked to make the good path for which it was for
Dad built the deck that he crossed each night from garage to the front door.
Dedication and bringing it forward formed the family of which I belong
This practice shapes a note into a scale and then a song.

Honoring the discipline necessary for days of home and heart
Crafting a life of learning, with wonder, really is an art.
Appreciation for the ease that I can whistle a joyous line
I love to share my joy with this little one, little one of mine.