In the beginning was the dream. In the eternal night where no dawn broke, the dream deepened. Before anything ever was, it had to be dreamed. Everything had its beginning in possibility. Every single thing is somehow the expression and incarnation of a thought. If a thing had never been thought, it could never be. If we take Nature as the great artist of longing then all presences in the world have emerged from her mind and imagination. We are children of the earth’s dreaming.
~ John O’Donohue, Eternal Echoes
I’ve gone back to doing my yoga practice on the front porch at or near sunrise. To disguise myself from the morning mosquitoes, I light a “stinky” candle. It’s not really stinky, but it is so heavily perfumed that neither M nor I can tolerate it for long in the house. Taking it outside was a stroke of obvious genius. I don’t know why I didn’t think of it before.
Our front porch faces east. I think it odd that we call it the front porch. Or that the door to it is known as the front door. Very few people ever enter (or exit) that way. My guess is that it’s front because it faces the road (although you cannot see the road from there due to the New Woods blocking any view of it). It’s a little bit of a hike from the driveway and the garage to the front door and porch. There is a walkway now, but there wasn’t when we moved here. M has been slowly building a kind of boardwalk so that we can easily go from the driveway to the front door/porch, but really, it’s easier to come up the ramp/boardwalk to the so-called back door and come in through the mud room/laundry room.
There are occasions when you can hear the mysterious language of the Earth, in water, or coming through the trees, emanating from the mosses, seeping through the undercurrents of the soil, but you have to be willing to wait and receive.
~ John Hay, The Immortal Wilderness
The mornings are a bit quieter now without all the birdsongs of spring and early summer. Crickets and cicadas buzz and hum. Lloyd’s rooster calls up the sun. The crows caw as a reminder that there is still magic in this world. As I silently said a simple morning prayer of “please” and “thank you,” a Bald Eagle flew by, whistling and singing her eagle song. Some say the eagle is a messenger from heaven or the embodiment of the sun. I don’t know about that. I do know I always delight in hearing and seeing them and I am grateful for whatever message they might be trying to convey. Perhaps one day I will understand their song or their movements or the ways in which they communicate.
I won’t subject you to another long post today. I just wanted to share some of the morning beauty with you. Thank you for stopping by. I hope that this day has brought you at least a moment of beauty. Please feel free to share about it in the comments or, if you’ve written your own blog post about it, leave a link. I’d love to read/hear all about it.
Please be safe, be well, and be open to those moments of beauty that life and the Earth and the beings on this earth share with us.
A few of the 10,000 reasons to be happy: 1,821) The buzzes and hums and songs of life. 1,822) The softness of a hazy morning when a light mist lifts from the New Woods. 1,823) Porch yoga. 1,824) A walk through the woods and out to the dock. 1,825) Morning tea.