Monthly Archives: September 2017

This Is Me

This is me.

I am Doctor, Mother, Wife, and More.

I am Confidence Keeper, Amateur Counselor, Health Promoter and Sickness Healer.                       I am Patient Protector, Part-time Teacher, Dream Inspirer and a Sometimes Friend.

I am Meal Maker, Homework Helper, Heart Healer and Expert Worrier.                                             I am Story Teller, Back Rubber, Booboo Kisser and a Tucker in Bed.

I am Travel Planner, Errand Runner, Special Maker and Photo Taker.                                                   I am Memory Maker, Party Planner, Love Giver and the Keeper of Kin.

I am Shower Singer, Daydreamer, Nature Lover and Wannabe Writer.                                                 I am Cause Fighter, Alone Time Hoarder, Age Defier, and the Fiercest of Friends.

This is me.

And who are you?

I Rise Early

I rise early, hoping to steal some time alone with my thoughts.  It’s quiet at the lake in the morning… except for the symphony of sound.  The honking of geese miles away bounces off the mountains.  Squirrels titter in the trees.  There are high-pitched squeaks and guttural whale-like sounds, forced from adjacent docks as they rise and fall with the lapping of the lake water.  The bees begin their gentle hum.  In the distance, a bird calls but there is no answer.  A car engine breaks the silence, then quickly fades away.  Even in the stillness there is motion. Nature is an early riser, just like me.

The lake smells of smoke this morning; like a thousand campfires left smoldering to ash.  Yet past the smoke, or maybe underneath it, there is a freshness, a clean smell; something subtle that you can’t quite put your finger on.  Had I a better nose, I might smell the sweetness of flowers growing in the planters below or the piney scent from the surrounding trees.  But the only thing wafting my way this morning is the smell of coffee.  Lights are on in the cabin. Someone has turned on the coffee pot.  My youngest son, now awake, snuggles up on the couch in a cozy blanket as I grab the few remaining moments of quiet… before the rest of the world awakes.

Even now the light is rising, as if on a dimmer switch in reverse.  The mountains become clearer on the horizon.  Smoke from distant fires layers across the treetops and blankets the sky.  A slight breeze picks up, creating tiny ripples on the water.  A lake otter swims alone along the shoreline.  Boats begin their journey across the lake, white tails of water trailing behind; fishermen in search of that perfect secluded spot to catch their prize.

As my senses are gently coaxed awake, I wonder…. Do night owls, late to bed and late to rise, find the same quiet and peace in the nighttime?  When they wake, in the height of the day, do they wake to an assault on the senses?  I cherish these early mornings and their treasures of sight and sound – these moments with Mother Nature, before our busy days begin.