Early morning escapade
Dear Reader,
There are indeed perks to waking up earlier than intended, and I have to say that today was no exception to that fact.
You see, when you are someone like me, and you write a blog, even if just for your own amusement or pleasure, and at your leisure like I do, this is something like what has begun to happen in how I view the very simple things. Even as I write this I'd rather be watching the birds, or at least looking for them, rather than simply listening to them. By the usual time I would have gotten up they would have stopped already, or their songs would have changed. The air, is cool. The light, it glows. The birds, magnificent. Hot coffee with bacon, and early morning conversation with people that by the time I would have normally gotten up, would have left a long while ago. As it is, when I get a chance to have an early morning with them, even for just a few minutes, is irrevocably wonderful. Smiles and hugs in the morning from people you don't expect to see awake so soon is a pleasure indeed. Then, helping some with things they want to ask about their wardrobe for the day, and helping them pick out that scarf to put on the finishing touch.
When you are someone like me, you begin to see everything differently when you write like this. I am now actively searching, every piece of my day for something to write about, something to laugh or smile about, or to just simply sit and enjoy remembering. Listening to birdsong, like watching a cardinal land on the fence, and watching it until it's finished its piece. Sipping coffee out of a slender white and blue mug, the coffee still hot from being brewed only about a half hour before. Talking with family about the escapades of the night before, and talking about new foods or drinks to try, and never having been seen before. Just simply being, is something that most forget. I talk of living rather than simply surviving. And my friend... that is exactly what this morning has been. Living, with family and loved ones. A beautiful morning, before the stress of work or other things may come around to cause discomfort. Life is a beautiful mess, but the mornings will always have that one time, no matter how short or long, where the world is peaceful. Where it's quiet. And you can listen. Listen to the birds in your backyard, listen to the wind blow the trees ever so gently. Listen to the sizzle and cracking of bacon, the dripping of the coffee. The footsteps of a slightly sleepy family member, all of this. All of it, in a moment.
Just listen.
There are indeed perks to waking up earlier than intended, and I have to say that today was no exception to that fact.
You see, when you are someone like me, and you write a blog, even if just for your own amusement or pleasure, and at your leisure like I do, this is something like what has begun to happen in how I view the very simple things. Even as I write this I'd rather be watching the birds, or at least looking for them, rather than simply listening to them. By the usual time I would have gotten up they would have stopped already, or their songs would have changed. The air, is cool. The light, it glows. The birds, magnificent. Hot coffee with bacon, and early morning conversation with people that by the time I would have normally gotten up, would have left a long while ago. As it is, when I get a chance to have an early morning with them, even for just a few minutes, is irrevocably wonderful. Smiles and hugs in the morning from people you don't expect to see awake so soon is a pleasure indeed. Then, helping some with things they want to ask about their wardrobe for the day, and helping them pick out that scarf to put on the finishing touch.
When you are someone like me, you begin to see everything differently when you write like this. I am now actively searching, every piece of my day for something to write about, something to laugh or smile about, or to just simply sit and enjoy remembering. Listening to birdsong, like watching a cardinal land on the fence, and watching it until it's finished its piece. Sipping coffee out of a slender white and blue mug, the coffee still hot from being brewed only about a half hour before. Talking with family about the escapades of the night before, and talking about new foods or drinks to try, and never having been seen before. Just simply being, is something that most forget. I talk of living rather than simply surviving. And my friend... that is exactly what this morning has been. Living, with family and loved ones. A beautiful morning, before the stress of work or other things may come around to cause discomfort. Life is a beautiful mess, but the mornings will always have that one time, no matter how short or long, where the world is peaceful. Where it's quiet. And you can listen. Listen to the birds in your backyard, listen to the wind blow the trees ever so gently. Listen to the sizzle and cracking of bacon, the dripping of the coffee. The footsteps of a slightly sleepy family member, all of this. All of it, in a moment.
Just listen.
Just listen to the sounds of the morning,
listen to the moments that would ordinarily just slip by.
Listen for the life that you could miss so easily.
.... listen....
I feel like those in the Christmas carol, Christmas Dreams. That I am one of those that examines each moment for meaning, the moment that is seized, and can be wished upon until that moment is gone. Christmas Dreams.
That is what I do. I have begun to examine each moment for meaning. I seize it, to write about it, to remember it, but not just the moment itself. Remember the feeling. Remember the emotions and the sheer part and piece of life in that single mesmerizing moment. Listen and remember how it feels, to be in such a place, of beautiful listening life, and the amazement those who see, hear, or feel seize and sense. The wonderlust of those is more than most. Listen and the beauty and peacefulness of life will leak through you. And it will be in you. To write about it and to dream about the sheer number of beautiful and graceful, peaceful, and wonderful moments that are simply whisked away without anyone seeing it, because in the world. It's almost impossible to just stop. And listen.
Listen...
listen to the beauty of the world...
listen for the life in this place we live in...
listen for the beauty of the things we might otherwise lose....
So stop. Right now. This instant. LISTEN.
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