Morning sounds…

Serendipity is real for me and this morning was a testament to that reality. I woke up very early, I had a plan to write before the day began, before the sun rose, before my mind became cluttered with “stuff”. I planned this last night while I was painting valentines in my little homemade studio.

I  try to listen to my mind and body to help me decide when my writing muse is present and when my paints flow the most. It seems, that late evening is best for painting and very early morning is best for writing. I suppose I need somewhat of a clear head in the morning to find the right words and a cluttered head by evening to clear with paint?  The day and all of its material, in other words, LIFE, is sandwiched between these two creative poles.

Anyway, the first thing I did to wake up the sometimes illusive muse, was  prepare for MY wake up…coffee in my favorite cup and sweet orange oil in my diffuser – sweet orange , I understand “offers an irresistible feeling of contentment and joy” – I’m going with that. 

The next thing I did before opening this blank document was to check my email…here is where the serendipity occurred. This was the first  (and only) email I opened and it read, “Find your quiet center of life and write from that to the world.” Sarah Orne Jewett. OK…

I have no idea how this day will unfold; it is raw and somewhat unplanned, but these words will follow me and, hopefully, at some point, collect in my words.

As I quietly moved around in the kitchen early this morning, when it was still dark outside but day was about to break, and yes, my roosters were crowing (cliché but real), I remembered hearing the quiet sounds of my mom in the kitchen when I was  still a child – echoes of her making coffee, softly scooting the kitchen chair, the clinking of dishes, sounds that told me another day was here and reassured me  that she was there, holding my small world together, making tiny morning sounds in the kitchen and memories for my tomorrows. I wish those feelings of security for all children.

It is peaceful, this very early morning, just me and the morning birds waiting for the sun and its reveal as I spend a conscious few minutes thinking of soothing sounds and my mom.

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