Everything sublime is as difficult as it is rare. Baruch Spinoza

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Sunday Morning

Quiet. Sunday mornings are quiet in the country during the between times. Between putting up the last crop of hay and the harvest. Everyone slows down, probably sitting at the kitchen table enjoying one more cup of coffee. Maybe some pancakes and bacon, surely taking for granted the peace around them. I know I usually do.


It's about as beautiful as a morning can get. The fields shrouded in wisps of light, airy fog. I see a flock of birds emerging from the grayness swooping into the field, hundreds of them disappearing into the corn. No sound, a silent descent to breakfast.

This is a quiet time. No planting to be done, too soon to harvest; sound is limited to chirruping crickets, the occasional caw of a crow, a lowing call from a cow that needs to be milked. 


I take my life for granted all too often. I focus on what's wrong, on what needs doing, all the while ignoring what is around me. Every now and again I notice. I can't say why I periodically look around and realize. I do notice that I realize more often. Perhaps it's the strange, ugly events that have sprung up around us that have caused me to come to ground in a way I was not accustomed. Perhaps when there is so much ugliness manifesting itself I feel a stronger urge toward what is quiet and beautiful.


What I do know is, the fog takes on a different grace, the flight of birds brings a sense of delight and the crickets bring me back in years to when I was a girl with no more worries than what I would do today. 


I am going to take pleasure in the day before me. I think that's going to be my only goal for the day. May you have the same.

12 comments:

  1. Enjoy your day Jean. It's a doozy.

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  2. What a alovely post :-) Enjoy your day.

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  3. Appreciation for what is, what each moment brings is healing for body, mind and soul. It's like cool, clean water flowing through and washing away all the toxins. Your words helped me do that.

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  4. What a beautiful Sunday you describe...appreciating the things that truly matter. When all is said and done, these will be the things we remember...just like our childhood.

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  5. I agree. Its 27 Celsius here today (75F) and no humidity! I am going to read a book outside!

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  6. Happy Sunday Sandra! I am celebrating with ginger tea and honey and cookies....ahhh.....

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  7. To everyone: It was a lovely day, I enjoyed it and I enjoyed your thoughtful response. I hope you all gave your own life a moment of thought and enjoyed your day as well.

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  8. What a wonderful blog. Beautiful photos and well written! So glad I found you. I'm adding you to my blog's link list:)

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  9. we had a very graceful fog this morning. thanks for the reminder to see it that way.

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