August 20, 2012

Ah, after storms, this morning it's like fall, though still really warm, the sky and the light have a distinctly fall look.  Or perhaps I am just ready for it to be fall.  School starts again soon and maybe that has influenced my perceptions.  It's very sunny and the white clouds there are seem thin and insubstantial.  Everything rinsed by rain looks brighter and free of dust.  There is no wind, not even a leaf stirring.  In the background, over the news from the TV, I can hear lawn mowers and a distant leafblower.  Still the sounds of summer . . .

It's Mikayla's day off and we are going to the market later, not a chore I look forward to and, as I still can't drive until Wednesday, Mikayla is going to take me.  Always makes it more fun to go with someone, I think going alone is one of the reasons I find it a chore, that and figuring out meals for a week.  Though we have already figured out the meals so that part will be easy.  Think of all the time we would save if we did not have to eat . . . hmnm, think of not having ice cream or steaks or ripe sweet cherries . .. okay maybe eating is a good thing <chuckle>!

This morning is like any morning . . .

Any Morning

Just lying on the couch and being happy.

Only humming a little, the quiet sound in the head.

Trouble is busy elsewhere at the moment, it has

so much to do in the world.

People who might judge are mostly asleep; they can't

monitor you all the time, and sometimes they forget.

When dawn flows over the hedge you can

get up and act busy.

Little corners like this, pieces of Heaven

left lying around, can be picked up and saved.

People wont even see that you have them,

they are so light and easy to hide.

Later in the day you can act like the others.

You can shake your head. You can frown.

William Stafford

Trouble is busy elsewhere, dawn flowed over the yard in bright sheets of light, and as I looked around when I got up, I realized I was glad to be home, to be doing all the ordinary things, even the market, and that all this joy was something that came from just being here in this moment.  So, I don't want to act otherwise, shake my head or frown.  Joy, even the ordinary joy of waking in your own home, should not be hidden but shared, as William Stafford shared it, making much of something so light and easy to hide, exposing it for the sheer happiness you can have just lying on the couch watching the morning light fill the room and knowing you are surrounded by all these little pieces of Heaven!