The Perfect Morning

I was inspired to write this piece called The Perfect Morning during a writing course I recently took. I woke up one morning, and it just seemed to flow somewhere from the depths of me to my pen and onto the page. I didn't even realize where it was going until I finished. I've decided to share it here as the opening post to my blog because I think it signifies the beginning of something really special, just as every morning does. Every morning is a gift and I hope this inspires you to see the treasures of the simplest things in every moment.

The Perfect Morning

I roll over and check the clock, 5:55am. I give myself a sleepy smile, grateful I haven't slept in. I gently pull the covers aside, gingerly and quietly, I slink my way off the bed, extending my leg, reaching for the floor with my toes, success. I gain some stability and strength on my one leg and slip the rest of my body off the bed, hoping I haven't disturbed my sleeping husband. I slowly shuffle down to the kitchen and make my way to the coffeemaker. I flick it on. Waiting for the machine to warm up so I can enjoy a fresh cup, I walk into the living room and I am greeted by the sun peeking through the slats of our blinds. Bursts of bright orange light pressing through, crawling along the carpet and up the walls, brightening all things in its path. Opening the blinds I am immediately encompassed in its warmth, kissing my cheeks, greeting me as if it's saying "Good Morning". Smiling, I return to the kitchen and brew a cup of fresh French Roast. The steam carries its aroma up and tickles my nose. I inhale and feel its comfort. Grabbing my favorite blanket, draping it over my shoulders, then grabbing my coffee in my favorite "I ❤️ Mom" mug, I make my way to our front porch. Our porch faces the East and is the perfect spot to sit and take in the sunrise. This is my favorite time and place to sit and just be, just take in the morning and moment with me. I'm quite good company, I think to myself, and smile, a little giggle below the surface. I find myself funny as well.

Watching the sunrise in the early morning while the rest of the house sleeps has become my time, where I find peace in my heart. I can hear my soul in this space. In between sips of my coffee, I relish in the moment to just breathe consciously, giving myself life.."In one, two, three, four, five. Out two, three, four five." This steady rhythm calms me, connects me to everything around me. It gives me a break from the long list of things waiting for me to do, emails to answer, calls to return, and the endless demands of the world beyond my current view.

I gaze up from my mesmerizing swirling coffee in its cup. The mountains are jagged and stretching in both directions as far as I can see. Infront of the sun they look grey except for the few valleys that still hold the snow as the warmth of the sun has yet to reach there. The breeze is gently blowing, shaking the leaves awake and giving me goosebumps from head to toe. I snuggle a little deeper into my blanket and watch the day come to life. The birds are chirping in the row of cedars along the house, the sun gently nudging the flowers open, the smell of spring filling my nose with its perfume. It's as if mother nature is seeping into through all my senses, breathing life into me as I watch her come to life. I feel the synergy; I feel so peaceful this perfect morning.

Thank you For Reading - sending you Divine Love & Light

Tammy