 Image @ uglyhedgehog.com. The morning fog clung in valleys and trees, holding her position as long as possible before the sun would rise high enough to chase her away. My thoughts from the previous days could relate, clinging on moments longer...until I had to banish them in order to concentrate on the tasks ahead of me. It wasn't easy. They didn't want to be replaced by the mundane process of ordinary things. I didn't care. I needed them to be still and one way or another that was going to happen.
During the work week, I am not a fan of getting up before the sun, but oh how I relish that country drive at sunrise from my house to my job. Honestly, I'd feel cheated if I spent my morning sleeping because the drive down those rural country roads at first light is exquisite. Someone should be up to admire the splendor of such haunting beauty. To do otherwise would be shameful. My concerns feel blasphemous, so I decisively shut them out and just take it all in. I don't know why such simple things in nature bring me bone-deep peace, but they always do. I might go completely bonkers without this readily available respite. As the sky bursts into the soft yet wild colours of sunrise, I truly understand the gift of being alive just to bare witness to it. Perhaps if I keep those worries on hold long enough, they'll dissipate like that morning fog and leave my mind as clear as a Carolina bleu Indian summer sky. One can hope, anyway.
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I grew up in rural North Carolina. When I was only nineteen, I moved away and became a military wife. My only aspiration at that tender time in my life was to create an adult life that "fixed" all of the "injustices" of my childhood. Secretly, however, I wanted to reach for the sky! I wanted to be a writer and find ways to "save the world" (my mother used to say, "You have Save the World Syndrome".). Mostly, I wanted to matter. Archives
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