Thursday (the new Friday) Rambling
It’s early and I’m up.
I’m up and on the patio sipping coffee on the concrete because I don’t want to be on call for catch. The sky is the color of wet pavement. I’m sitting in the dark, Indian style and listening the big early morning trucks struggle up gradual inclines, and the train clunking down the track with it’ metal on metal song, and I’m watching the twinkling of the city lights fade with the slow arrival of a pink and orange and brown sky. I’m awake before the alarm clock, but not the alarm coffee pot or the alarm kitty. I’m thinking about how excited I am for the drive I’ll take in the morning and the pictures I’ll take at dawn. I’m remembering how many mornings I spent like this before The Mc, learning the noises the squirrels in my trees (and roof) made, the rambling that would drip from my finger tips at least an hour a day. I’m thinking that as much as I miss that time alone and that fraction of those days, as much as I rejoice in them when I have them now – like an old friend who’s come to visit – I wouldn’t trade what I have now. I remind myself that finding the balance will be work, and I’m making a note to give myself a quarterly performance review to make sure I stay on track. I find the quiet and the time now when he goes out of town to see his mom at the little farm in south Georgia and the little house his grand-daddy built, like he has this weekend. There’s a bird talking to his friends from a power line and I wonder if he knows the pack of his brethren that would wake me in chorus from my open window in that old apartment on Highland. It was a lifetime ago. I’m making a note to revisit my goal list and wondering what happened to my sense of adventure.
The clock is ticking.
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Tabitha July 4th, 2008 at 8:55 am
for what it’s worth….it’s posts like these that first sucked me in.
the constant reflection and taking inventory. making sure you’re on target and that your soul is recharged.
good on you for recognizing the importance of all of this.
to many new adventures.