Awakened by a high pitched whine outside my bedroom door, I cover my head and burrow back into my flannel sheets and quilts. Saturday mornings are reserved for sleeping in past 6:30, but being the lone human at home this morning, it would be my duty to wake up to Sandy’s calling.
As I shuffle to the biffy first, Sandy follows me. I sit down and and I receive morning kisses – dog licks on my chin and nose.
“Yes, yes, I’m happy to see you, too,” I smile.
After this reassurance, she rushes into the bedroom to see if her master is awake. She returns after noticing his absence. Ice fishing called his name this weekend and Sandy was left behind. Up and down the hallway she paces.
“Wanna go outside?” I ask her.
Her tail wagging in gear three and jumping means an absolutely “YES!” Opening the door, she bursts out, galloping over to the woods.
“Sheesh!” I mutter to myself, shaking my head. “How can she be so wound up in the morning?”
I venture off to the kitchen to make some coffee and wrinkle my nose in disgust. Dishes fill the sink and tracings of yesterday clutter the table. A full day yesterday at work and exhaustion upon arriving home meant a little reading and right to bed for me. I pay the price today.
“You need to get this cleaned up before you start anything,” Bernice scolds.
“Well, it’s going to have to wait,” I tell her, “I have writing to do.
She frowns. I’m getting really good at talking back to my ego mind.
I fill my cup with coffee and head up to my sanctuary, having no idea what I might write about today. However, I know, from daily writing, that if I show up to write, something will come.
A candle is lit. My inspiration playlist gently fills my ears. I rustle through my pens to choose the perfect one that wants to write for me today. My notebook opens to a blank page.
Okay. I’m ready.
And, I sit.
My eyes close and I breathe, hand placed over the page. Deep breaths, breathing in this moment. Stillness.
“Give me something – something. . . ” I ask.
The trees outside are swaying wickedly as I gaze out the window above my desk. The sun pops in and out of clouds. The light so bright I have to squint my eyes.
“Wow! I have not seen that much brightness for awhile!” I say to myself out loud, the spring sun a gift.
The heat kicks in. A vent on the floor to my right forces warmth up my way.
“M-m-m-m-m . . . this is heaven. . . the sun, the heat.” I savor it.
Adelle’s turn to sing on my playlist. Her words?
“Make you feel my love. . .”
I breathe again. Angel arms wrap around me. I shut my eyes and smile, a tear squeaking out, feeling His greatness.
“Thank you. Yes,” I praise.
And, I put my pen to the page.