Sitting out on the deck again this morning. Cup of tea by my side, birds singing me their song with the wind-chimes in accompaniment. I hear life hurrying on in the distance. I love a slow life. I live a slow life. Usually I stay in my pjs much longer than I should. It’s one my favorite things to do in the mornings but this morning, I needed to get out and water my hydrangeas in the front yard, so I put on my leggings and a long sleeve t-shirt and headed out.
It was a lovely early morning. Nice and cool, in the 50’s, sun up, blue sky, and just a slight breeze. Just the way I like it! I brought a light blanket out with me after I watered and sat to write my morning pages. It was a little damp on the furniture with the dew. I brought out a towel and wiped away much of it but… the blanket made it nice.
I took a break to say goodbye to DH, kiss included, and to feed the pup and talk to DD and my mom and now I’m back out here with my tea. It’s warmed up a bit, almost 70 now. I should be making my grocery list, or vacuuming, or crocheting but instead, here I sit typing this.
I was thinking this morning about words and the beauty of them. I was thinking about the beautiful letters that were written years ago… you know the ones in movies or the ones you see in museums. They were always so eloquent, full of imagery, warmth and often love. I know we still have lots of amazing authors but it seems to me, that everyday people had a way with words, years ago, that we seem to have lost. Or at least I have!!
Last night as I was sitting out here enjoying a few minutes with my eyes closed just listening to all the sounds around me — the bees, the birds, the neighbor children, cars rushing by— I wished I could write a poem, and little phrases started playing in my mind. I eventually jotted them down and wrote a little poem. I even shared it somewhere! But it wasn’t anything special. Not like Maya Angelou, or Amanda Gorman, or Emily Dickinson, or Elizabeth Barrett Browning… Oh, to have such a way with words!
No, my writing, my poetry especially, is more along the lines of a third grader! Lol but I hate to insult a gifted third grader that way!
Since I was a little girl, I’ve dreamed of writing beautiful words, poetry or stories. I remember sitting outside, (lol I guess I’ve always loved porch sitting) with a paper and pencil laid out just waiting for beautiful words and stories to come to me. They never did. I remember bringing out crayons and paper and wanting to draw a masterpiece! Never did that either. I dreamed of being an artist of any sort! I can remember deciding I was going to write song lyrics… nope. I remember sitting down at the piano or with my guitar and dreaming of writing beautiful music… nope. I’m a great dreamer but not great at the actual doing. I always draw a blank…
Lol that reminded me of the movie “You’ve Got Mail” and how I loved the emails they wrote to each other! They were marvelous! Every time I say that phrase, “Draw a blank” I think of that movie and the scene where Meg Ryan is typing an email and she pauses and says, “even now, days later…” She looks up and says, “Yeah, blank…” or something like that.
See the writers on that movie had a lovely way with words. I want that… (sigh)
Okay, enough of that… I’m so easily distracted in thought.
Today would be my daddy’s birthday and as I came out here to sip my tea, I thought about how much he would have loved sitting out here with his coffee or to warm up in the afternoon. When we couldn’t find him, he was always sitting out in the sun, “getting his vitamin D”. I sure do miss him. Thankfully, he visits me often in my dreams but I sure would love to sit and talk to him! Or even just sit out here and enjoy the silence together. I wish he was here to council all of us! I know my kids would love to have more conversations with him. Love your people while they are still with you!! One day you’ll wake up and miss them, hopefully with joy not regret.
Okay, really now, enough… Time to get moving. I’ve plans to make, groceries to buy, floors to vacuum and sheets to wash and tank tops to crochet. So…
Until next time… ♥️
Simply Sherri 
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