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Brought up Apr 24, 2012

Morning Has Broken...

I may have mentioned before, but I just love Cat Stevens, pre-monk. Our church has a song in the hymnal that he recorded many years ago, and it's my favorite of his. This morning, it's in my head. "Morning has broken, like the first morning..."

As I was making one of the last turns on the last part of my walk this morning, I heard a bell ringing. Normally, I have the music going, but not today. Just didn't feel like it. I wondered how many sounds I had missed. I looked at my watch, as the last bong faded. 7 a.m. There was a time I had forgotten there were two 7 o'clocks in a day. In fact, I had forgotten there were any hours before 10 or 11, a.m. though many a morning I saw 3 or 4.

The past week or so, my sleep patterns have been screwed up again. I am starting my 11th day with out a cigarette, and for some reason, it seems my hormones or something is out of whack. Ok, there are a few good things in the mix, but for the most part, it's just confusing and weirding me out.

For 7 months, I have been trudging every day. I have not missed once. I have no idea if I've lost any more pounds, as the scale broke several weeks ago, and I have yet to replace them. I am still noticing those little changes, so something's going on. I feel good after I get back home, even though my hip and knee scream out about 2/3 of the walk.

Today, listening to the discord of the birds, smelling the honeysuckle, and the sun nearly blinding, but warming thr chilly air, I felt alive. I feel more alive these days than I have in years. "Morning has broken..." in more ways than one these days..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kKoRp05L95c For those who don't know the song, or those who'd like to join me enjoying the morning.

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