Morning has broken

As morning broke with the sunrise, it took awhile for the full sun to rise over the cloud bank. The beams of sunlight edging the clouds was more beautiful each time I looked out the window until the majesty of the sun was a bright, blinding orb.

I took some deep breaths of gratitude for my view of the world outside my window.

I make an effort to avoid all of the negative, blaring news about our government, our lack of leadership, our current health crisis, our anger with each other, the ugliness that is in my face every time I turn on the TV or open my IPAD. I’m tired…I’m very tired. But the sunrise this morning reminded me that there is beauty out there…we must just focus on the natural wonders we see and dismiss what does not serve our highest good…onward and upward!

Namaste

The Big Pause….

My daughter sent THIS ARTICLE to me this morning. The author, Julio Vincent Gambuto, put into words what I’ve been feeling since I CHOSE to Shelter at home prior to the order being handed down from the Governor: “What has happened is inexplicably incredible. It’s the greatest gift ever unwrapped. Not the deaths, not the virus, but The GREAT PAUSE”.

There is no doubt the extreme anxiety experienced across the globe will change our lives…there will be a new normal. There is no doubt people are experiencing many different emotions from distrust of our government and each other to the deep sorrow experienced by loss of health and loss of life. Each one of us will have our own “story” to tell when this is over. I am confident everyone will not write the same narrative of events we are collectively experiencing.

I feel like a deep breath is needed. A deep breath of acceptance because there really is nothing we can do about this individually. And perhaps that is the lesson to be learned here. This is everyone…this is the population of the globe. This is different that anything I have experienced in my lifetime. Is it appropriate to say..we need this. As a society, as a country, as a world, we were living one disaster after another. We are cliques of people hating other cliques of people. We are destroying the earth one plastic milk carton at a time while having no reverence for our lands, our trees and our wildlife.

This is a huge pause. It will make a difference. We will make a difference together once we understand the rules of the game.

Until next time….

The Leaf

Hanging at eye level out my kitchen window is this shriveled leaf still attached to its branch. It has survived several windy autumn days, thunderstorms, gentle rain, sleet and a significant snow storm and still remains today while, again, snow flakes fall all around.

Occasionally it will flutter with a breeze but continues to hang secure to its branch refusing to give up…its not time for it to release and softly drift to the ground to join the other leaves. It is a quiet reminder for me about the simplicity of life in nature…

namaste

Just a hair shy of 10 inches

The last time I recall rain irritating me this much was a year ago April….Suzy was down for her birthday and we had to sit in the house all weekend because IT WOULDN’T STOP RAINING. We finally drove over to the Kansas side to a Greek restaurant with a belly dancer and Moscow mules…..even though I seldom drink, I had a feeling the Moscow mules would help! That was the weekend before a spring trip to Bennett Spring which had received even more rain so we had to cancel because the campground was flooded and I was irritable!

I’m struggling with positive personal affirmations today as I sit at the table surrounded by gloomy skies that look like more rain…we are out of the drought because of the nearly 10 inches of rain that fell in a couple days. I think this calls for some positive affirmations…quietly sending them out into the universe….

  • We needed a good bath to wash the slimy, ugliness that has permeated the news.
  • Our grounds and streams and plants and trees will thrive with the moisture
  • I lift up those struggling with wet basements and houses and businesses under water
    When the clouds part, I know the sun will feel warmer, brighter and bigger; I know how this works….
  • While I’ve been writing this, it has started misting again. I realize I need to take some action and make an effort to control something I have the illusion I can control….like the cats!
  • Until next time…
  • Finishing up

    Few things I can name as actual accomplishments, but I feel like some long projects are reaching completion as winter and spring draw nigh.

    I sincerely hope the house wrens are about finished decorating for the year because quite frankly their new home is so full stuff is hanging out the front door.

    Back splash is being installed today 🤗 which makes me very happy

    School is finally out so the opportunities to visit our youngest daughter …teacher, not student… will, in theory, be easier. I’m making a lot of progress with my daily ruminating. It does feel healthier to let the crap of the past go and focus on the present….the right now. Thank goodness I’ve never been the kind to set goals instead I like to fly by the seat of my pants ….. that’s not to say I haven’t always worried about the future and actually dreaded tomorrow because I wasn’t prepared for what might happen. I’m easing into this way of actually living and not just knowing it’s what i should do and giving lip service to it.

    5 things I see right now…the IPAD, my cup of coffee, Frannie asleep on the floor, napkins from Subway laying on the remote basket and the red hurricane lamp sitting on a cabinet that is not flush with the world. 5 things I hear. John spreading mastic on the wall in the kitchen, clock ticking, other clock ticking, house wrens singing and the air conditioner whirring through the vents. I’m in the moment.

    Until next time…..

    I’m not a bird “person”…

    Because it would actually not be consistent with being a cat person. I’ve actually only been attracted to birds since I’ve had cats realizing the hours of pure enjoyment for the cats staring out the window perfecting their bird click. That weird little noise they make indicating they are exercising their chops.

    I grew up with a dad who loved the purple Martin. He erected Martin houses everywhere we lived and also at his mothers house. In 84, when he moved to the country, he added blue bird houses along the fence row and I can still see my daughters walking the perimeter with him while he cleaned them out.

    But I’ve never appreciated birds….could it be the movie, The Birds, that scared the crap out of me…especially when I saw it in 3D at Disney World.

    But then I noticed….ahem….how could you not hear… the house wren visiting the deck,, so I decided to hang the little birdhouse just to see if he/she would make it a home.

    Sure enough.

    So as my friend, Wilma, suggested I also put out some dryer lint. This little wren detoured to the dryer lint and left his little stick.

    What is happening to me.

    Just a little glimpse into my life.

    Until next time….