Musings …

The morning sound of the birds seems louder today, almost a cacophony.  Was it the bright red sunrise or the calm, still-clear morning?  The turtle doves in the trees encouraging us to “work harder” and then later to “drink lager”; the laughing doves making a mantra seems so tiny and laughable or the cackling crow doing his morning ablutions, throat clearing, and gargling.  The bird song heightens her quietness and self-reflection, which she loves every morning.  She sits in her chair, covered in bright, beautiful parrots on a thick green jungle background.  The red berries are highlighted by the yellow flowers.  My reassuring repetitive snore is a dull constant sound coming out of the depths of the fat sack, warm and toasty.  Next to her, also enjoying the quiet, sits her human, a constant companion.  One, she leans on many ties during an average day, someone who understands her more than she understands herself.  Stilling her constantly critiquing mind brings reality into her life in a way she can understand and accept.  Her love for him is a constant, like a tube of oxygen to an asthmatic patient.  It is always there like life to the young.  I put in a considerable effort and slip off my comfy bed and do a downward dog, then I lie back down – no need to get up until she does – maybe I will get a short sharp morning walk in.  I wonder if she has a day out planned or if she will have an at-home office day – sleeping in the office or working from home? 

The sun’s warmth slowly filters through the glass and starts to flood the room …OK … time to start the day …