Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Mystical Mornings


There is a moment, just before dawn that draws me in.
Calms me.
 Centers me.
It is a time when the birds start their singing to signal my rise and join in their preparations for the day.
A moment of solitude and deep, deep breath. A brief rest from the worry of the challenges the day may bring to those I love. A moment of Thanksgiving for all the goodness surrounding me.




The stillness of the land. The quiet. The mist.




 The wonder at the new that has evolved over night.






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I am not alone in the understanding and renewal that moment offers. My oldest knows it well.



And then...
 God seems to open one eye,




clear the haze and another day is born.



I can only hope to use it well.




5 comments:

Sue said...

all looks very peaceful in your neck of the woods, enjoy

farmgirl in the making said...

my favorite time of day....especially at the farm

BENScopingau said...

... mehr davon, Joan, wir genießen die Bilder....

Sissy Faulkner said...

How beautiful it is down on the farm....

Lynne said...

Delightful visits into Your "stories" this morning . . .

I started at the beginning and have traveled through large home sold, empty nest, travels to Germany, family times, condo, Blue Ridge heaven, new tractor, strip paint, paint . . . and more, grand son, and new grand son babe, (you have the market on boys don't you), flower arranging weekends, and then no more, sheep and garden learning . . . love getting to know you . . . oh yes, wild cats too . . .

The view and vistas . . . I feel from you . . . authentic, genuine, grateful, happy and i have loved visiting/reading you . . .

and you knit too . .. I look forward to more . . .