I awakened this morning fully aware that a early walk would not be on my agenda. I had three nights of work to contend with, each lasting 12 hours and an addition to physical activity would be unwarranted for the next 72 hours. Walking down the hall I could feel and ache in my ankles as I was still becoming accustomed to my morning ventures. The feeling would be transient as all of my senses would awaken to full alertness and I ignored the feeling with ease.
Once more, the Felines of my Life were lined at their dishes in anticipation. As the cans were cracked open and the food spooned into their bowls they curled around my legs with a loud purring as a 'Thank You' for their breakfast. They fell upon their bowls as if they'd been starving and I wiped down the counter and sink. From the kitchen window, I could see the windchimes moving and hear the chiming of crystal and copper as the breeze moved through them. Though a Hurricane would not bear down on Florida today yet, it's outer bands would keep the trees moving and bring more rain. My lantern was charged and I added more ice to the cooler. Though the Sun was bright, the air was heavy with moisture that the clouds would release once sodden. I wandered outside and repositioned my rain barrel.
Once back inside I turned the laptop on to check any new email that had come my way. As the screen came up there was a posting in red of Hurricane Irene hitting the Carolina Coast. This was my signal to call my Son at Fort Bragg. Though My Children and myself were accustomed to these sometimes catastrophic occurrences of Nature, We were no longer together in a unit and a phonecall would be a necessity. I grabbed the fully charged 'cell' and pressed his number.
The voice that greeted me was mired in sleep and I apologized for awakening Him. All being forgiven, He reassured Me that there was only light wind and rain where He was stationed and nothing to worry about. Even the skies were merely a light grey with no signs of the dark and forbidding clouds that spawned tornadoes. Satisfied that all was right with Him I wished Him more rest and disconnected.
As I carried my nursing uniforms from the Laundry room through the livingroom, I gave a small thanks that I had swept the deep plush carpet yesterday. The room stood clean and pleasant. This was a must when one was working a schedule such as mine. A clean house made for a comfortable area to sleep between shifts and it was never lost on Me. I had learned that through trial and error. I neatly hung my uniforms up in complete readiness for the work ahead. I had no need to go searching through closets when I was on a timetable.
Once more I stepped outside to check that all was in it's place as the Sun moved in and out of sight. As was my custom, the roses always called to me and I made my way through the thick grass below my bare feet to one of My Favorites. Buds that were tightly closed yesterday were awakening revealing a folded petal at a time. They were newly born and hadn't developed their fragrance yet So, I hovered over the open blooms and drank their delicate perfume in. As I stood at the bush, I could feel a wayward drop of rain on my shoulder and headed back inside thankful for the shelter of a Home.
Each morning has much to offer whether it be outside with the sun carressing your shoulders or inside surrounded by those things that make a house a home. Though now cloudy, my crystals would not shed rainbows upon the ceilings or walls but were still beautiful in their cut and clarity as they hung from my ancient, rewired lamp. The tiger oak pattern of My Grandparent's table still held it's luster as it began it'd third generation of use and I gave thought to it's resilincy of almost 100 years. There is so much for us to see and take in. It may only be for a moment but, it just might stay with you for years.
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