Sunday, November 20, 2011

Sunday Morning

Awake early with stiffness,
having been made a contortionist
by a small dog taking up half my side of the bed,
I find opportunity.
He sleeps
and I am free from feeling the need to be near him –
to comfort,
to care for,
to be present
as I am gone for so much of the time
for work and other obligations.
I wash dishes and feed the little bed-stealing dog
who will soon lie on the landing back in dreamland.
I see the teetering stack of mail that needs sorting
and the cobweb in the windowsill
but it is the dust dancing in a shaft of sunlight
that stops the endless list of things to do from binding tightly around my brain.
I check on my mate – still sleeping peacefully
then make the choice to sit,
to catch up with kindred spirits
unknown
but connected magically through caring and computers.
I choose to read,
to write,
to listen to the promise of a quiet Sunday morning.

3 comments:

  1. This sounds lovely. Absolutely lovely.
    I hope your Thanksgiving is just as peaceful and blessed.

    All thru Him,
    Cin

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  2. Beautiful glimpse of your Sunday morning. Peace and calm are perfect places to start the day. Your writing is fluid and I could see your place, while wandering from one room to the other.
    Have a blessed week-end Lettie and never stop to write, your words are too true and powerful to die.

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  3. One of the things that I love about your writing is that I can feel what you are feeling. I can feel the calm at the end. Thank you for posting.

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