After a rough night, this morning, I got up when I naturally woke. Around 5am. I made my tea and wrote my morning pages. I happened to pass by the window to see the sun starting to appear on the horizon, and decided to go sit out on the front steps.
Not only did I get to witness the beautiful sunrise, but I got to see my neighborhood wake up.
The sights and sounds were comforting and soothing.
The colors of the sky were beautiful, going from a pale yellow low in the dark sky, to a few light pinks, to deep rich pinks, oranges, reds and golds. Then as the sky lightened to a soft blue, the pinks began to fade, the golds deepened, and suddenly, the darkness was gone.
During all this I began to hear the cock-a-doodle-dooing of a distant rooster, the howling of perhaps a coyote in the nearby woods, the hooting of an owl going to roost.
The sound of the birds rustling in the trees and bushes as they came awake and began singing, I imagine them calling to the day, “Good Morning!”. Watching as slowly, the roses begin to catch the light of the sun and their petals take on a lovely glow. It reminds me of the story of Thumbelina by Hans Christian Anderson. (I had a record that read the story to you when I was little and I listened to it over and over. I may have to go look for it!) I could just see little fairies like Thumbelina, peaking out from inside the roses to greet the morning, yawning and stretching. They were breathtaking.
I saw cars coming and going… perhaps a soldier heading into morning PT, or a school athlete or band member heading in for early practice? Or perhaps a nightshift worker finally coming home to rest after a long night working.
Later, I took the dog for a walk and we continued to witness the beauty of nature waking up all around us.
I thought more about the little thicket I wrote about yesterday and what was happening in there. I tried to get a better look but the dog wasn’t having any of that. He was on his own mission. But in my mind’s eye, I saw squirrels waking and beginning their hunt for nuts, I saw a family of deer waking in their beds in the brush, and a fox peeking out of its burrow. Could a story emerge from this view in my mind’s eye?
I found another special area that looked like a path leading from the trail. Was it a path made by deer or other animals? Perhaps it lead to a tree house or a den or burrow. Then my imagination took over and I could see the Fairy parade route used for special days and occasions. Oh the pageantry of them!
Then I noticed the fallen branches that looked more like discarded scepters with their beautiful gnarling ends, perhaps fallen from the carriage of a parade?
There were tall dead branches still standing straight up near the path, and others that were dangling from the trees reaching down to the ground.
I didn’t see my crabapples or hedge apples from yesterday, I wonder who came by and found their lunch or dinner?
It was a magical walk. One that brought me back to center, back to peace.
And now it’s time to get busy in the real world.
Until next time…♥️
Simply Sherri 
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