Wednesday, July 23, 2008

The Joy of the Morning

The morning light filtered through the bedroom curtains, telling me it was way past time to be so snuggled in bed. I heard Emery walking through the house, getting his own breakfast. I felt a bit of guilt, yet that comfort, that cozy, sleepy, not willing to get up feeling held me. I yawned and stretched like a cat napping on the hearth, but still I was not willing to give up my spot. Maybe it was all that swimming I did last night, or maybe it is just the summer heat, whatever it was or is, it has left me feeling plain old lazy feeling.
I finally did manage to make my feet hit the floor and then I was off. Watched the weather channel while I put my socks and shoes on to see where the hurricane is this morning. Did some dishes, and headed out the back door to do chores. The goats were wanting their breakfast, the cats were following me single file to their dishes, all 5 of them. Pepper could hardly contain her excitement of seeing me with food in my hand for her. The chickens, well they are just chickens, rather laid back, making the best of wherever they are. I filled my arms with hay and alfalfa for the goat manger. Bits sticking into my clothes giving me a bit of a mother nature look. I just stood in the barn looking around a bit, so grateful for this life of mine. So grateful for the serenity of it, the peacefulness of the morning. The goats, finished with their feed, came to stand next to me and munch on some alfalfa. They enjoyed the way I scratched their heads and played with their ears, well, maybe they didn't enjoy the ear rubbing as much as I enjoyed seeing them not like it so much. Its a tease sort of thing. Like tickling. The person that does the tickling enjoys it so much more than the tickled one. The whole scene before me just oozed tranquility. I wanted to etch it into my mind, this moment, for ever. There were no worries pressing me down, no list of "must do's". Nothing was that important that it could not wait. Dust can stay put on the furniture and the dishes left in the sink could just stay there. This bit of homestead heaven must be enjoyed. I whispered off a prayer of thankfulness, and thought about how many miracles have taken place in my life and thought that I never seem to give God enough praise for that. We take things for granted after a while. I don't mean I take God for granted, just the things He has done for me. I suspect its that way with many of our relationships. Remembering a few of the miraculous things in my life this morning, gave strength to my faith in God.
There is no breeze this morning, just stillness. The hum of insects, a few birds chirping, but after that, just silence. A good time to think and to count my blessings, one of which is the very life I live.

3 comments:

Simply Authentic said...

So beautifully written! I too had a hard time getting out of bed this morning! It sounds like it has been a wonderful day so far for you. Life is a wonderful thing...

Rebecca said...

I love the way you write. It always makes me feel like I've been on a mini vacation.

Rebecca

Cyber_Hippie said...

Thank you for this lovely, shared moment. There is something very magical about morning, especially solitary moments in the morning.

~JM