11.13.14 It's Far Too Early

It's far too early. That's simply my opinion. Oh, Kevin quietly disentangles himself from me, from the two dogs, from the cat he's let under the covers on his side ; from the one sleeping on his hip and the one that walked across over all of us in the night. He disentangles himself quietly, takes the itchy pup, and closes the door on the rest of us . 

I think we lasted another half hour , til someone was sitting on me, happily making bread; possibly to stay warm, in the cold house. You know. I'll give them the benefit of the doubt , and all. 

Up once, I let the pup out, taking care not to wake Shiva. No, not just considerate. If she wakes, it will take some time to help her down the four stairs, and outside; then back in and up stairs. Then food soon, or she feels sick. Complex, being old.

But no, she remains asleep, the pup doesn't race in and double bounce the bed. 

And so I walk out through the cold kitchen to the shut off colder dining room out the back door, just to say hello , the way you did as a child when a favorite relative came to visit, all butterflies and happiness.
I step outside in my toes and feet, on cold cold brick- then wet cold grass- to catch sight of one of many treats of the day- the daylight coming. 



The flavor of sky we are given here today. 

The moment in the year we have here today, as it shifts- ever shifting, never remaining the same. No two snowflakes ; no two days. For you , for me, for the earth. 

And here it is, the bright winds streaming down from the range- the light transparent, somehow. Opaque.
The clouds like porous stained glass windows in a morning cathedral. 

Inadvertently compelling awe. Faith. Rooting us to the very spot of what is, for us, in this moment of our day in our life. 

I guess that's what happens for us. When we wake. When we peer out the windows on the way to the bathroom, through our sleep creased eyes. 

We say "Oh, right. Here I am. And this is my life. And my daylight, streaming in, upon me. "
And the day just rambles on, after we join in, as days do. 

We waken , and find our balance. Our orientation . 

Blessed by the moon and the stars. By breath, by the ability to move and stretch and lift ,and smile. To sing, or holler, if we feel inclined. 

To feed ourselves and then, dressed and ready ; to greet the bluejays flitting about in the Pine trees outside ,as we go about another precious day.