I sit
I sit. I watch and listen. The sky opens like a flower blooming into wonder. The sun rising just above the horizon. I can't see it's round ball of brightness yet, but it is coming. I feel it. The air is fresh, cool, carries the scent of dew on grass. Yet I know it will warm. Tap tap. I listen. Tap tap. The woodpecker busy, reminding me not to be just yet. A cardinal calls. Leaves whisper. My breath slows. I sit. Why is it so hard to just be still? Yet it is. So much to do. So much to think about. The mind pulls and tugs like a restless child. My body needs this. My mind thanks me. I touch a calmness I didn't know was there, quiet as morning mist, steady as stone. The sun is up— bright orb in blue sky. I greet it with clarity, peace, love and care. Because I sit. I watch and listen.
"I touch a calmness I didn't know was there, quiet as morning mist, steady as stone." brought me home. Stillness by osmosis is a thing I just found out about today.
Good Morning Laurie! I appreciate the calm expressed through the lines and observations. And that you were able to sit and absorb the calm.