Yogurt, Blueberries and Cinnamon

I love early mornings!  The sun streaming through my bedroom, my dogs sound asleep beside me.  They don't awaken as easily in their senior years now. I imagine the cool, crisp fall air outside.  But the bed is warm and I don't want to leave it.  Even to open the window for that luscious fresh air.  The bed beckons me back and I comply.

The clock turns a quarter of an hour.  The dogs sound asleep.  The windows creak and I am not used to it.  They remind me this is not home. Eventually I am up to toilet the dogs and get ready for this glorious day.  It is an easy morning with no place to go. A latte and texts from a friend.  Then the morning ritual of yogurt, blueberries and cinnamon. 

I sit in my temporary desk, a beautiful small table made by my talented son.  More light sheets into the room while I continue to catch up on correspondence. It is one of the best times of the day.  My current book is beside me and I can't wait to read it.  Maybe this time, I'll read in the den which doubles as a guest room. 

I think about my fun new neighbor who says she moves often.  Even in her sixties.  She loves an adventure.  This time she likes the convenience. She traded lack of privacy for a garage as she tells me about her former busy body landlords. We walked our dogs together last evening. Her reddish golden and my reddish buff cockers.  Hers is a young dog and full of energy.  We laugh a lot as the wind forces our hair over our collective faces.

It's fall in New England.  Soon we will be wearing coats.  I'll switch off yogurt for warm quinoa, blueberries and cinnamon as I continue to use all my resources wisely.  Discernment is key.  Everywhere.

Earth is quieting.   Slowing.  Reflective. The clock turns as another year moves toward completion.  The visions continue. The yogurt won't.