~It’s Thursday 29 September 2016 | 7:02 am| 68 degrees | il pleut – it is raining
The ferns are getting a much needed bath and I’m sure they’re happy. I wonder what I’ll do with them soon, when the weather turns. It is easy to take photos, much harder to do something with them, such as review, delete, keep, edit, tag, post to Instagram – maybe, print, tell the story. TELL the STORY! As I write, I wonder how many photos of the sky, “this tree,” a koi pond, my feet or shadow, a flower, etc, I need. Is one photo worth a thousand words? One can conjure up a photo via words but does the photo only convey words in the photographer’s mind? Is it necessary to know what the photographer was thinking?
The above photo represents what I was seeing and thinking this Thursday morning during MSQT – Morning Solitude and Quiet Time, my practice for nearly, if not, 20 years. For the past year, most mornings, if not all when I am home, one can find me sitting at the dining room table here in the Great Room . .. and if I am not, then wherever: a hotel; the airport gate terminal, waiting for my plane to board; the table in a Sisters OR cottage; at my friend’s dining room table, sharing moments with her as we both write in our journals, stopping here-n-there to share a thought, ask a question, take a photo…
Watching the sun rise, clouds come and go, or rain fall; drinking tea and water; somedays, bundled up to ward off the cold, others, loosely covered to reduce the heat. Comforted by the sounds of silence: rain drops on the skylights; the whir of the refrigerator – and when it’s off; my pen as I write these words; the unmistakable sound of electricity’s buzz…I pause to contemplate, listen, look, feel, immerse myself in this, my morning solitude’s peacefulness and my heart swells, beats a little faster as so many thoughts rush trough my mind…and I give thanks for this, this morning, another day – the nearly 74 years I’ve lived on this earth and the twenty years I’ve enjoyed and engaged in MSQT…
…To be continued, as long as I can breathe, my thoughts continue to flow and I can pick up a pen and/or dictate them to my phone.
7:53 am~ Time for a second cuppa tea…
