I woke up to the sound of a hard rain falling this morning. Early for me. I hate being up before the light. Always have, but I fell to sleep really early last night, not even realizing how tired I was. I was reading, last I remember. It's funny isn't it, how different we all are? I can remember once, my mother-in-law telling me that she liked being up just before the sun came up. It was quiet, and her time to think. I'm thinking that perhaps, as a mother of five children, her love for that time of day came about when they were small. It was probably one of the few times of the day that she could truly call her own, for a great many years. I remember once, the author Toni Morrison talking about finding time to write, while she was raising children. She said she found time, around the "edges of her days" and she thought that it is true for many women to make time for their own thoughts, and interests beyond family things, at such times. I was an earlier riser when my own son was small, so that I would have time to myself for such things before he awoke. Even now, though I rise a bit later, I still use my earlier time of day for what I think of as my meditation time. A time to just be. If I don't have it, I feel out of sorts often, for the rest of the day.
This morning, as I do most mornings, I began with holding a good thought, for peace, health and happiness throughout the world, and I thought of those in my own life, who I know could use an extra good thought right now. Then, I thought about how lucky I am, and how thankful. I thought about how much I love my family, and my friends. I looked around at my home, and I thought, that even though it isn't a fancy house, it's warm, and cozy and filled with happy memories. My favorite things are old things, and this house, 106 years old now, is a very, very fine house. I've been happy here. I love my homemade quilts, old oil lamps and blue willow dishes. My life, decorated with gingham and old lace, wearing faded blue jeans and holding flowers from the garden, is something I never, take for granted.
I love my cat,
and my guys, most of all.
Yes indeed, I am truly thankful, everyday.
....'til next time in Merryville.
