Quiet Mornings

There is something to be said for waking up before anyone else. Especially on a cool, quiet, Sunday morning. I usually gripe about waking up before my alarm goes off but at least I get to wake up rested, and this morning I get to enjoy my coffee in silence without alarms going off and rushing people out the door.

I have no real direction in where I’m going with this blog today. Sporadic thoughts and no real rhyme or reason. Very seldom do I actually sit and enjoy quiet time. I always feel that I should be doing something. I mean there really is about 1000 other things I could be doing right now instead of this. However, that will always be the case and I don’t think those things will ever really go away. So today, at this moment I choose to do nothing. Nothing except sit here on my back porch and enjoy it.

Life seems to have taken over and there are things that used to bring me a small sense of peace and joy that I rarely, if ever, do anymore. Most of the time I never realize that it’s happening until one day I do something and remember, “Oh yeah, this is something I enjoy, I should do it more often.”

Reading is one. There was a time when you would never catch me without my face in a book. I could read a book in a day or two. Now I can’t remember the last time I read one. Or which book I stopped on in some of my favorite series. I have no less time now than I did before but for some reason it just feels that way.

Writing was another one. If I didn’t have my face in a book, I had a pen in my hand. Writing about anything and everything. The seasons, the Moon, feelings, joy’s, triumphs, phases, etc. I still have most of my writings and will pull them out every once in a while. When I read them I’m like, “Wow, I wrote this? It’s actually really good. Who was this person?”

Nature. I used to spend so much time with it, in it, feeling it and becoming it. Trees, flowers, weeds, the Moon. There is something about working with your landscape, untouched, and becoming part of it rather than destroying it and making it something it’s not. There’s a flow to nature and everything in it and when you become in tune with that, the energies are far superior to anything you’ve ever imagined and there really is nothing like it.

I guess what all these thoughts are aiming towards is don’t forget who you are. So many things in life can take over and make you something you’re not without you even realizing it. Whether it’s a job, kids, a relationship, a move. Always try and keep some of what makes you happy a part of you. Grab a book, write something down, sit under your favorite tree…or do all 3 at the same time. Allow yourself to do what makes you feel good and something that makes you, you.

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