Refreshed, I arise refreshed. But not because I slept in length and luxury, but because with the awakening comes a new opportunity to be alive. In truth the nights are far shorter than they have been in a very long time. And though I still enjoy a deepening slumber, I relish even more recounting the joyful play of the now passed day, and anticipate without expectation that joy will abound in even greater measure when I awake.
I do not lie awake filled with questions of the day. My active mind is a testament to the joy awakened… feral animals, for real people, all alive, and often far better because our lives and paths have crossed. I review the day, and try not to laugh out loud, though I would only disturb my dogs.
In review, among the many other blessings.
A bowl of food consumed an the front porch.
A meal prepared in my kitchen and shared around the dinner table for guests who’s lives have touched mine.
I am so much richer today than I was yesterday. I hardly have time to put words to paper, but I feel it necessary to make this time.
When the gift possessed is the gift of hospitality, it is a gift unused and neglected unless given and received.
I am awake. I await patiently, expectantly the next call. I did not know I would get so young as I aged.
I am awake… it is a prelude. “Dumpster” diving for living treasure. Look what I found!!
And the band plays on…
I need to remember that on occasion the music stops. The enjoyment will pause. My life does NOT end. Every dance band takes a break between sets. And I will hear the melody again. I WILL sing a new song daily. I dance with joy.. Fulton 7:77
I am awake.