Morning

KitKat in the sun

These days my mornings begin with a jarring alarm at 6 am. Jay wakes up and turns it off. 30 minutes later he’s getting ready for work. I, on the other hand, stay in bed, drifting in and out of sleep. Eventually I get up, stumble down the stairs and let Milkshake out. Then breakfast is eaten, paper is read, shoes get put on, and we drive to the GO station. A kiss goodbye and a have a good day then I drive back home.

That’s when MY morning starts. The house is mostly quiet but frequently punctuated by a ringing phone. The pets are calm while they warm themselves on window sills and sunspots on the carpet. I usually sit in bed next to a big sunny window while I go through my daily reading. This is the point where my day comes together. Plans are made and unmade in my head. Do I run errands, bake, meet someone for lunch, do yoga, laze around, walk the dog, clean, etc? There are a lot of choices, I know.

What happens mostly is I stay here until the sun no longer streams straight into my window. My mind meanders from one thought to another. I stay still until hunger pangs push me into moving. You see this time of day is when I’m most content in my being. When it’s quiet and still and all I hear are the chirping birds and the sounds of the passing cars. I’m not rushed or pressured to be anything but still. So I sit still and breathe.