The "Farm" 5:45am
The day starts when the sun rises & I go out to feed the animals. The world just looks different here. There's dew on the grass, and the air is cooler. The mist is just lifting off of the ground. The sun is rising a fiery orange against a pink sky to the east, but the moon still lingers above. The horses greet me each morning with soft sounds, not demanding their breakfast, but welcoming me to be a part of their morning. Lucy pads alongside me where ever I go, a constant companion as I complete my morning tasks. She is just happy to be where I am. The sound of crickets chirping gradually gives way to the crescendo of the birds as they too greet the dawn. A new day has announced itself and as I breathe it in, I can't help but wonder: how many of these morning have I missed?
The beginning to a typical day in my life starts with the blaring of an alarm clock followed by a frantic rush to get ready for work. I sprint to my car, and my feet touch nothing but asphalt. I don't notice the sky, except to wince because it feels like the sun is burning my retinas out as I drive eastward towards the office. In my mad dash, I've forgotten my sunglasses again. At work, I'm in my office all day. If I'm lucky I'll leave for lunch, but often that does not even involve getting out of my car. When I return home, after picking up the house, making dinner, and completing some of the other mundane tasks that demand my time each day, I am usually surprised to look out the window and see the darkness. A whole day disappeared. It's easy for me to understand now how on some days I feel so stressed out, weary, and utterly tired. I am so focused on my "life" that I have forgotten that there is a whole world breathing around me, and in comparison I am just a tiny little cricket chirping into the wind. This reminds me that there is a bigger picture...so much bigger than I am, and I take comfort in that, because things should never become so big and important that we think we are all that matters. How far off track do we have to be to think that we are bigger than the very thing that sustains us?
I need to be better about reminding myself to slow down. I don't want my days to fly by...I don't want to wonder in 50 years where they have gone. I want to soak them up slowly, and I want them to matter.
It's amazing what a little time in the country can do to feed my soul. I just need to find a way to incorporate it into the city.
Or get my city boy to move to the country. ;)
The day starts when the sun rises & I go out to feed the animals. The world just looks different here. There's dew on the grass, and the air is cooler. The mist is just lifting off of the ground. The sun is rising a fiery orange against a pink sky to the east, but the moon still lingers above. The horses greet me each morning with soft sounds, not demanding their breakfast, but welcoming me to be a part of their morning. Lucy pads alongside me where ever I go, a constant companion as I complete my morning tasks. She is just happy to be where I am. The sound of crickets chirping gradually gives way to the crescendo of the birds as they too greet the dawn. A new day has announced itself and as I breathe it in, I can't help but wonder: how many of these morning have I missed?
The beginning to a typical day in my life starts with the blaring of an alarm clock followed by a frantic rush to get ready for work. I sprint to my car, and my feet touch nothing but asphalt. I don't notice the sky, except to wince because it feels like the sun is burning my retinas out as I drive eastward towards the office. In my mad dash, I've forgotten my sunglasses again. At work, I'm in my office all day. If I'm lucky I'll leave for lunch, but often that does not even involve getting out of my car. When I return home, after picking up the house, making dinner, and completing some of the other mundane tasks that demand my time each day, I am usually surprised to look out the window and see the darkness. A whole day disappeared. It's easy for me to understand now how on some days I feel so stressed out, weary, and utterly tired. I am so focused on my "life" that I have forgotten that there is a whole world breathing around me, and in comparison I am just a tiny little cricket chirping into the wind. This reminds me that there is a bigger picture...so much bigger than I am, and I take comfort in that, because things should never become so big and important that we think we are all that matters. How far off track do we have to be to think that we are bigger than the very thing that sustains us?
I need to be better about reminding myself to slow down. I don't want my days to fly by...I don't want to wonder in 50 years where they have gone. I want to soak them up slowly, and I want them to matter.
It's amazing what a little time in the country can do to feed my soul. I just need to find a way to incorporate it into the city.
Or get my city boy to move to the country. ;)
