Early morning silence, only the wood fire with dancing flames sings this morning, in time the kettle and the coffee will join the chorus, but right now, silence is my partner, asking nothing, expecting nothing, allowing for everything... namaste
Gathering the embers together, the history of last nights fire, slow breath of air bringing them a glow, small kindling looking to help, watching the fire come to life... such simple beauty in the daily work of life, building the fire for the wood stove, hearing the chimney creak and groan as it heats, feeling the warmth as the cast iron responds to to glowing fire, noticing the chill on my back and the warmth on my face as I sit, noticing life, in front of the fire... namaste
The house creaks with each gust, the wind broadside as the glass strains in the frames, low clouds scuttle across the sky backlight by the moon, small stars are seen here and there as the clouds move by, shining brightly in the cold night air... the blanket is warm, and I am grateful for the cat in my lap adding her warmth...noticing what it is like right now, this moment in time, and celebrating the beauty it brings... namaste
The storm moves in fast,
My comfort is paramount,
Stoke the wood stove please.....
Creaks and groans from the walls announce each gust as the wind broadsides the house, across the landscape there are sparkles glittering on the driven snow, the dancing staccato on the windows reminds me that some snow is still searching for a home, stars play hide and seek behind the skittering clouds and across the bay the lights of the windmills blink their red eyes... the blanket is warm this morning and the cat settles in as the bell rings... just a little longer... namaste
Sitting by my fire,
Watching my staff scurry about,
Being King is good....
Watching the night sky receded in the northern sky, the deep blue receding over the horizon as the pinks come alive reflecting the light of the rising sun...across the bay the trees glow in this morning light and in the sky between the clouds pastel blues come alive... reflecting on the many forms of light on the frozen bay, I am reminded of the many forms of blessings that have come into my life, taking a moment to appreciate each one, to hold it close, give it love, and then let it go... it is my earnest hope that these blessings find their way to you... namaste
The moonlight shines across the frozen bay, the sounds of the cold wind can be heard it the trees, thin clouds skitter across the sky luminous with moonlight...the blanket is warm and the cats even warmer... the bell sounds and I find myself lingering just a bit longer... namaste
Happy fire crackles,
Wood heat feeling so cozy,
Simple winter joys... namaste
Sitting, thinking, and watching,
I see what you do...