I love lazy mornings in bed! You know the kind, those days where there really is a l-o-n-g list of things you ‘should’ be doing, but you don’t? The luxurious pleasure of NOT staring at the clock and counting the minutes?
As I look out my window I see the early morning fog – swirly and misty, painting most of my world white. Closing my eyes seems like the right thing to do. I listen to the different birds calling outside as I enjoy the stillness of a house where children are fast asleep. Squirrels are chasing each other along the tree branches, geese honk out calls as they fly by, the blue jays work on their nest…
So many times I tell my boys that we don’t live in the land of ‘what if’, that ‘life isn’t fair’, and a whole host of cliches that suddenly have me sounding a lot like my mother! But sometimes, yes … sometimes, it’s OK to let your mind roam free, to pause on whatever thought strikes your fancy.
No conclusions, no deadlines, no problem solving. Much like a butterfly fluttering from one flower to the next. To see and enjoy the world and it’s gifts and rhythms as they unfold, like a baby discovering its own feet – Such a wonderful lazy morning!
I am reminded of a poem, “Wonderment”, by Jamie K. Reaser
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Oh dear … the alpha male cat is throwing his fur around, he looks like an oversized Tasmanian devil, and the turkeys are on my roof. They sound like a herd of tap-dancing cows … sigh.
It WAS peaceful for a spell.