Looking Into My World

The music......Loreena McKennitt "An Ancient Muse" the song "Caravanserai".....it stirs something deep in my soul, the desire to dance the morning through. The notes, exotic and ancient. The air...chilly, the kind that makes cheeks rosy red and brings life into you, an aliveness, if there is such a word. It makes you look up at the sky and see the blue, so deep and clear.

The sounds.....crows gathering in one tree nearby, thrilled with breakfast and sharing it with one another. They call to each other, noisy and so full of excitement.

The scents....wood smoke, mint tea next to me, lavender scent on my hands from picking some this morning. And then there is the scent of our home, a mixture of incense, wood smoke, spices lingering from the mornings meal.

The mood.... pensive, grateful, overflowing with love for family and for this life of ours, so simple and calm.

Irons in the fire.....new wool on the spinning wheel, colorful and lumpy bumpy, so different from the dark gray Shetland I just finished. A pound of fine, even yarn.

Tomte on the kitchen table. Heads glued on wooden bodies, pipe cleaner arms and legs waiting to be bound in flesh color embroidery floss, then tiny hats and sweaters knit on the smallest gauge knitting needles I could find.

A new song playing, "Kecharitomene" which comes from the angel Gabriel's salutation to Mary: "Chaire, Kecharitomene" (translated in the Latin Vulgate "Hail, Full of Grace"). The notes drawing me into visions of a place I visited, in a far off land...the very land where that very phrase was given.

Remembering the way the air felt, and the sand blowing. The oneness of the landscape color.

Clothes of the morning....jeans, wool socks, natural color. My favorite "Bummer Hummer" tee shirt and an old comfortable "hoodie" as they are called now. Bits of hay in the pockets.

The mood, absolute contentment and a feeling of freedom to be me.