Awakening

I am waking up to greet the dawn again to witness my private sunrise on Crest View Drive. It never gets old; Baby blue sky with a tinge of pink highlighting the trees. Birds flap their wings and land on the tree next to my writing window before they go to my bird feeder. All is in perfect design. Today I heard the mockingbird and what I call “the, I love you bird”. Big Blue Jays fly back and forth as I write, but I am growing in anticipation of the Cardinal that blesses my bird feeder nearly every morning. I walk to my kitchen window and greet the male cardinal that is on my deck as we speak. The chickadees bop in and out too and the sun is tracing the branches of the tree with icicles glistening and melts them like the tears of the sun. I grab my glasses to see what is next. Bird by bird make their way from my writing tree to the deck to eat their breakfast. I am in heaven. It is Creative Day Saturday and I watch the sun making its way around the parimeter of my property. There is no glory as that of the risen King. I feel God’s presence in this forever home. My spirituality has become my nature. I continue to write, watch the birds and tiptoe my way to the feeder on the deck to see the Blue Jays overcrowding the feeder. With a twist of the doorknob I chase them away and go out to see the icicles hanging from the neighbor’s roof. I wonder how much more reverie I will get before I am pulled in another direction? I chuckle because the birds are so big and plump as I have been feeding them for a long time. It’s a New Year in January of 2022. I look up to see the icicles glistening from my writing window as I never forget to look up. The deer are out there too…the brisk crackling of the sticks in the woods give them away as the dogs bark in the neighborhood. There is no other place I’d rather be than right here right now. This is the kind of magic that dreams are made of. Sunsetta grabs her guitar and starts playing it waiting for her baked potatoes to come out of the oven. I am listening to Lullabye from Concrete blonde as I dream of endless possibilities. My playlist continues… “I’ll stop the world and melt with you…” from Modern English. “The future’s open wide…” It’s eight thirty am now and I’m about to go out in the front yard to see what kind of magic exists where I hear my chimes that remind me of church bells. I think of my sister calling soon and touching base with my sacred circle of friends. Life is such a gift every day. Life is art. What a beautiful world it still is. The snow is sparkling snow and the woodpecker is loud as I listen to it above the trees and see that there is no breeze to move the chimes. The potatoes are done and music is coming out of Sunsetta’s room. All is right in the world. I listen to complete silence and write my way across the screen. Who will call me this morning? What neighbor will I get to greet first? I love my life. I love to write. I pull the potatoes out of the oven and mash them with a fork. Sunsetta runs in and I give her a hug. This precious time is sacred time. This time is now. I love being a mother. I love my life. I love my friends. I love all of the time…