Sunday Morning Coming Down - Johnny Cash and Kris Kristofferson
Well first I love this song, but it isn't Sunday morning coming down the way I like it. I am a morning person. I am not hung over or lonely. I like to wake up, have a cup of coffee, listen to some music and just love the possibilities of a day yet to be lived. Sunday mornings are best. It seems that on Saturday I am still in a grind mode. There are things to be done and you're still a little shell-shocked from the work week. Saturday you dis-engage from labor. On Sunday, you re-engage yourself. By Sunday I am ready to just meander quietly in spirit. But I don't usually get a Sunday morning
I spend Saturday night away from home. I wake up in a different bed on Sunday mornings. It is at the home of another and they sleep late and the house is small. So I usually just lay in bed and read or do computer work. Ahhh but thanks to a change of in routine, I got to wake up in my own home, with my guest in a back bedroom and me able to just meander. I sat in my chair and watched a movie, while I enjoyed the most delicious cup of Vietnamese coffee and a bit of blackberry cobbler. I listened to music on my I pad/ portable speaker in the sun. I cooked dinner in my fire pit. I wrote some letters. It was a divine morning. The first Sunday morning I have had at home in a couple of years.
I treasured it. I have decided to see that I get a few more Sunday mornings at home. Funny how such ordinary things can be so defining. I felt like I woke up a bit today. I realized I had given away something I love. Sunday mornings have a purpose for me. Today, I made the decision to make more Sunday mornings come down my way. Thank you 2014 for my first gift.
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