Woke early this morning...some may consider it the middle of their night. Lay there, feeling rested, anticipating the day. Quietly left the room and waking the house with lights as I make my way to the kitchen. My familiar routine of coffee making... yet today I attend to the process of 2 and a half scoops in the cone filter and watch the water slowly drip it's fragrance into the mug. My favorite part comes now: Adding a calculated splash of heavy cream and enjoying the swirling effect and color change. A perfect moment.
I've lately been enjoying Quiet. An adjustment of pace. Awareness occurs and I experience more perfect moments. It's summer now so the days heat up and often evenings are breezy. I sat out on the deck and began to observe. The forest was alive! Invisible winds created paths and the Oregon Ash would flip their dark green leaves to show their shimmery silver bellies. I know there are three juvenile owls that live here and I looked for them. Even though I couldn't find them, I felt pleasure in the knowledge of their territorial trait and that I would view them again. Large pines sway and dance to the water music of the stream. This perfect moment is imprinted and will be recalled during the winter months when hope is needed.
My whole, unscheduled, day is before me.... choices and many more perfect moments available. Suddenly it all looks so fresh and interesting.
I am an observer of life and love to paint what I see with watercolors.