P-O-O-F! Gone in a flash...

It seems impossible that two weeks have passed. Actually, 16 days. That is, since I was last here. I know, I know. Not the most consistent Being in the world. What can I tell ya? I am what I am...and sometimes that includes straying from the routine. Keeps things fresh, doncha think?

So I shan't apologize or make excuses. Yes, I've had some stuff going on; some of it great fun, some not so much. But that's got nothing to do with the lapse. Again...no excuses. Point is, sometimes it is good for this Being to step away and do other stuff. And so...I have.

Now that we've got that out of the way, let's move on to the day's meanderings, shall we?

So there has been a whole lot of energy moving at what seems to me to be a very high speed. Like today, when I went downstairs to brew my coffee, and got a glimpse of the calendar and saw it was Thursday...I stopped to think about what might've happened to Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday. WHUT THE....???? After regaining my footing, I carried on with the brewing and looked outside to see 2 magnificent Red Tails (hawks) riding the currents just outside the window. A smile crept onto my mugg as I thought, "bet they don't give a rip about what day it is." Just then, Bruzer came flying through the door, slid his way into the kitchen and looked up as if to say, "it is FABULOUS out there today! Did ya get a load of those ginormous birds?!" More smiling...and a big ol' belly laugh. Guess he doesn't give a rip about what day it is either.

While I waited for the coffee, I stepped outside and let the mist of the morning tickle my skin. I felt the dew under my bare feet and heard another chorus of birds doing their morning thang. I walked over to my favorite rose bush and saw 4 new buds about to burst. Made my way over to the veggie garden and almost jumped for joy at the sight of new tomatoes on the vine. Oh how I love home-grown tomatoes. I got lost in a world of smells and sounds and imagined tastes...and then I smelled the coffee. Literally. Coffee was ready to pour and puppies wanted to be fed. Back to the kitchen...and little tasks.

Before long I realized that I'd begun my day with a start. I was a bit unnerved by some ickiness that'd been bugging me for a while. Couldn't seem to shake that crap, no matter what I tried. Then, without warning, by mere virtue of being in the moment...and watching those birds and my dog and all the other splendors of a new day, I had inadvertently let go of that ick. It poofed into the dew and disappeared with the sun's warmth. Gone. Gone. Gone.

Ain't Life a T-R-I-P?

finding your groove under the covers....

A while back I posted a little something about "go to sleep with it, wake up with it". I'd suggested that if,when you lie down to sleep, you take a few moments to think about all the good stuff in your world, you'd likely wake up with all that good stuff running through your fuzzy morning brain. More importantly, you'd also wake up with a terrific attitude of gratitude. In my world, that is the way to start the day. That, and a curly white dawg who wags his little nubby the moment you stir from sleep. It just doesn't get any better than that!

Well, as it turns out, I went to sleep last night with a whole bunch of crap flyin' around in my head. Much as I tried, I somehow didn't turn that noise off. So it wasn't any big surprise that I woke up with that same ruckus in my head this morning. DRAT! {Because} I already know that when this happens, my day is likely to turn out less than stellar, I decided to lie there for a bit and get my groove in order first. I keep an MP3 player next to my bed that stores one of  my very favorite meditations. A very handy little gadget for the bedside. Don't even have to get out from under the covers. Add to that the fact that my Bruzer's bed is on the floor right next to my own bed, and it makes for one convenient attitude adjustment.

I slid my arm out from under the covers and hung my hand down the side of the bed. He came right over and started licking it, wagging that adorable nubby and doing is morning yoga stretches (you outta see it! It is so darned cute it brings tears to my eyes!). I let him kiss me for a bit and then patted the bed for him to jump up. Then I put the covers over both of us and let him settle in. After much kissing and sweet little noises (he makes these little grunty sounds that just tickle the bejeebers outta me), I turned on the player and got focused on my breathing. Breath in, breath out....slowly...breath in, breath out. Bruzer does this with me too. It's the COOLEST thing! I laid there for 15 minutes, breathing and feeling him next to me, eyes closed and the warmth of his breath on my neck. Breath in, breath out....

When the segment ended, I opened my eyes and had such a huge grin on my face, it made me laugh out loud. (is there any other way to laugh???) He started wigglin' his little butt, happy to hear me happy. We laid there for a few more minutes, just giggling and snuggling and thrilled to have a new day together.

And so it would appear that even if ya do wake up in a funk, you can still find your groove. Trick is to do it before you get out of bed. Take the time. I promise you, it'll make all the difference in the world!

Here's to a MARVELOUS MONDAY!