I woke all snuggled down in the bed feeling safe and warm. My head lost in the pillow and arms hugging the bunched-up doona like you would a teddy bear.
I wondered if this was how cats felt when they disappear into the folds of their bedding asleep on their heads. Peaceful, worriless, content.
I like being awake before anyone else in the house. Especially those first few minutes where its only you and the void until you hear the first sound signalling there’s a world waiting.
At our old home the curtains were always pulled back and if I woke early enough I could watch the colours of the day emerge over the mountains. Mostly birdsong would be my cue. I say ‘mostly’ because sometimes it was the snoring snuffleupagus beside me.
Laying here, in our new home, I was pleased to hear the chorus of the resident magpie welcoming the morning. The curtains aren’t left open here. We live in town now. I don’t fancy being woken by someone staring back at me walking by.
I hear the rumblings of light being let in through a window. Damn. I also like being up before anyone else. I’ve lingered too long in recurring voids. The all familiar tightening in my neck wakes up too. I must actually do some of those yoga poses in the morning I have saved on my Pinterest board instead of adding to the collection. Cats are smart. They always stretch after a sleep. I should be more like a cat.
Soon I’ll get up and contribute to the sounds of the day.
I’ve never really been a morning person so to speak. Less so as I get older. Maybe because those first peaceful, worriless, content moments are not entwined enough throughout the course of a day to balance out the uncertainty of expectations. Moments to savour must be noticed and embraced. I do my best. Splashes of joy and all that.
Always something to do between the book ends of the day. That’s okay. I like doing. I don’t always do what’s good for me though. My jeans zipper telling me walking would be something good to do. I don’t like to plan. Plans are stressful because minutes in a day can’t be set in concrete.
I’m more of a put the day to bed kind of girl really. Sunsets are the balm that soothes my soul. The clouds absorb all the colours of the day filtering and reflecting the beauty found there. Even the tones of grey.
Unfulfilled expectations of the day are smooched into the water coloured sky with my minds paintbrush, blending into the particles and disintegrating as they merge adding to the magic hues of the canvas. You did the best you could with them at the time I tell myself. Time to let them be tucked away with the fading colours of the day.
Breathe in the night air. Smile at the stars. Let the moon cleanse the day.
Then do it all again tomorrow from the morning void where peaceful, worriless and content live. I do hope the first sound I hear is birdsong and not a snuffleupagus… followed by sounds of some splashing joy. And hopefully I’ll be behaving more like a cat.
So tell me, are you a morning person?