I love the still of the morning…before…the world…is awake…
For me…it’s a time of…no demands…the phone isn’t going to ring…there’s no one to ask me to do anything…even the house feels silent…not demanding that I clean…or repair…just letting me be…
So…I step outside…
Where there’s something magical…about the early morning sky…twixt…night and day…as the clouds turn pink from the sun’s arrival…yet the moon…still rules the sky…making it…neither…night…nor…day…
Bertha…says…it reminds her of my life…of transitions…in particular…of those times…that…I am neither…here…nor…there…but…rather…in a place of…becoming…
I have to say…that I have traditionally found…this place…to be uncomfortable…unlike the sun and the moon…that appear to savor the beauty of the moment…I’ve wanted to rush through the process…getting to…there…as quickly as possible…but…missing…the beauty…of…becoming…
So…now…as I drink my coffee…I contemplate…the silence…the beauty…the becoming…and…I have to agree…it’s a lovely place to be…
Jane
Jane, Bertha is such a wise old bird, how lucky you are to have her with you. xx
Awww…Joy…thank you. I do kind of enjoy having her around…most of the time! LOL!