Last summer about an hour before sunrise, my husband and I would sit on the back porch with our coffee and wait for the sunrise. Most mornings there was one bird who sang before the others.
Turns out it was probably a Lark. On the site All About Birds, they write “Horned Larks sing a delicate musical song particularly in the early morning as early as an hour and a half before sunrise.”
Whether it’s a Horned Lark, Meadowlark, Skylark, or Crested, they all sing with abandon and abundance. They embrace joy and are unguarded, carefree.
Perhaps this is where the saying “happy as a Lark” originates.
I wonder if we sang early with abandon and embraced joy, we’d be happy as a lark too?
Today, when you pick up the pen or the brush or the camera, whatever your creative endeavor, do it with abandon and embrace the joy.
Be happy as a lark.