The Blessing of the Gull

The sun was still meandering around the eastern horizon when he came.  I was sitting quietly on the porch with a freshly peeled orange when he arrived.  I was not expecting him.  I looked up from my orange and he was perched on the handrail of the steps.  We were about six feet apart when I looked up and found myself looking eye to eye with a mostly white seagull.  For at least a minute or so ours eyes were locked on each other.  I stirred not, nor did he.   

Here is what is probably viewed by some as the strange part.  I spoke to him, "Good morning, friend," I said, "I hope you have a blessed day flying around the water today."  He said not a word.  He just seemed to be looking at me as intently as anything could look at another thing.  Suddenly he was gone as quickly and as quietly as he had come.  Perhaps, he stopped by for a visit because on other such visits he had found some easy food.  I do not know.  What I do know is that I may have verbally blessed that bird, but without saying a single word, he blessed me as surely as I did him.   

Like you I cannot count the times, God has provided a blessing through the Creation. Some call it earth or nature, but I am one of those who believe it is a living thing brought into being and sustained by God and is, therefore, a means by which He can bless each one of us.  I was blessed by a sunrise this morning.  I have been blessed by thoughts of how heaven and earth are so close they sometimes seem to mingle as I walk in this place where water and sand end and begin.  I am thankful, too, for the morning blessing from a visiting seagull.