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In the morning

In the hazy glow of an August morning.

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

View from the front porch at sunrise this morning.

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.

This.

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.

Two stages.

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 blade.

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.

When the light finds you.

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26 thoughts on “In the morning

    1. It is a beautiful place to practice, Sarah. I’ve thought about offering space for a day retreat or something, but it’s so buggy here during the warm months (a big part of the property is marsh and as you might imagine, the mosquitoes can be pretty fierce).

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        1. lol! Maybe. We have chiggers, too. We are a veritable feast to some of the residents here (mosquitoes, deer flies, chiggers, midges, and ticks). I think chiggers and midges are the worst of the lot. You can’t see them and they set you up for a lot of itching.

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            1. Close, in terms of how far south we are, Sarah. I live in Maryland (on the Eastern Shore), and we are close to the Virginia border. I think you might be just a tad farther south.

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  1. What a lovely morning view! Today, I enjoyed the beauty of the hummingbirds flying all around as they dance between the three feeders I have for them. All of the sounds they make are joyful. From their wings to their little chirping as they fly around, often buzzing so close to my head, I quickly lower my head and smile! Beauty every day anywhere we look. Our lens makes the difference. 🙏🏻💜

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    1. That sounds so lovely, Carrie. 🙂 Thank you for sharing it with me. (And you have reminded me that I need to scoot outside and grab the hummingbird feeder. It needs cleaned and refilled.)

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  2. I saw a faded mama monarch on one of my zinnia plants today. I think she may have been ready to pass on, having done her life’s work. I know all things must pass and told her she did a good job laying all those eggs in my patch and that I’d take good care of her babies. The cycles of life are such miracles.

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  3. So lovely, Robin. My bit of beauty was watching the sun’s long warm and soft rays light up my path just so on my morning run.
    I know you are taking an IG break but in honour of your one beauty thing per day, I shall, starting today, post one thing I found beautiful in my day…. I just did now

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        1. Thank you. 🙂 Honestly, it’s hard not to be posting and scrolling and seeing what everyone is up to. I especially enjoy the posts from you and Merril with scenes from your runs and walks.

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          1. I bet. I dunno that I could quit “cold turkey” 😉
            And of all the social media platforms, this one I enjoy the most. Photos are wonderful to look at. Those who try to sell, I ignore 🙂

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  4. Morning Robin. I didn’t see this post until I had my morning coffee with me, so timing is everything. I’m loving the quotes, they really hit the mark with me. Beautiful images as always.

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    1. Good morning, Mike, and thank you. 🙂 Yes, timing is important. I’ve actually been thinking of switching to posting in the mornings. It somehow seems more appropriate for the direction I’m going in lately. I’m so glad you’re enjoying the quotes.

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  5. Thanks for sharing your morning. I’ve been seeing eagles, too, recently, and it does feel magical, to have them suddenly glide over your head. And you are right, that there is not so much birdsong–but I did watch bats a couple of early mornings ago. Perhaps returning to their tree for the day?

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      1. I didn’t realize what they were at first. My husband pointed them out to me. One night–late spring maybe?–I was walking upstairs and looked out the window, and I caught it at the right time as a whole bunch of bats were flying from the big old oak tree. And now that sunrise is later, I’ve seen them returning.

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