Saturday, November 21, 2009

she wakes



she wakes slowly and leisurely, savoring the warmth of the blankets and the reassuring sound of quiet. her eyes squint open just a hair to see the sunlight peeking thru the blinds. she hopes for a beautiful photo op day, maybe a stroll at the pond or a trip to the cemetery. thoughts of getting up and heading to the art room dance thru her mind but no, just a few more minutes of this cocooned bliss are needed. images of recent captures play like a staccato slide show in her mind's eye. she tries to remember which ones haven't yet been posted on her blog. blog post ideas swirl, as always, and she smiles, knowing one will rise to the surface to be plucked when the time is right.

finally, she rolls out of bed, carefully, quietly so as not to awaken hubby. she yearns for a solitary hour or two. despite the cold, she does her morning stretches, feeling the old muscles gradually loosen and a few bones crack their morning protest. a quick trip to the bathroom, the donning of her pink robe and she's headed to the kitchen to brew a small pot of classic folgers. her trusty homemade rice bag is placed in the microwave for 4 minutes. while it warms she opens blinds, relishing the bright angle of the early morning fall light.

she settles in her art room chair, warm rice bag on her lap and her favorite blue blanket wrapped snugly around her still half-asleep body. the first sip of coffee is ecstasy. she checks gmail, catches up on facebook and heads over to her blog. she pushes aside the twinge of guilt that she has not visited her favorite blog links at all this week. she remembers that she posted the bwo link on her blog; she really does want to live a blogging life without obligation. she refuses to apologize for living her life to the fullest, rather than living to blog. but still there is the twinge of guilt.

as she reads and travels from link to link, site to site, she marvels at all the talent she stumbles upon in bloggyland. she remembers how intimidated she was by all of that talent when she first started blogging. but she pushed thru those feelings and let her own personal creative wings take her to places she never dreamed possible. she is content and at peace with her place in the world. as she pulls inspiration and joy from her blog visits, she slowly wakes to new opportunities to grow and soar. she says a prayer of thanksgiving for all she is and all she has. and, she wakes to the glory of a new day!

p.s. this post was inspired by ruth at synch-ro-ni-zing. i fell in love with her recent blog post written in this same kind of third person voice. i knew i just had to give it a try and found the writing of this post deeply satisfying. thanks for the inspiration, ruth!!

10 comments:

Ruth said...

Julie! How grand. It all makes me so happy. I borrowed this form - inspired by Ann Claycomb, and you borrowed it in your turn. It inspired you, it inspired me. Your post is full of the moment-by-moment relishment that inspired me, and I in turn feel inspired again.

Life. Our life is so good.

Lisa at Greenbow said...

Indeed Life Is Good.

Heather said...

very lovely :) I agree, online you can find so much inspiration and intimidation here....but you have really spread your wings and found your voice!~

noodle and lou said...

how lovely julie!! hooray for this beautiful blog land where we can be so inspired by each other:) happy, happy weekend to you! xox...jenn

cindy said...

love this post and insight, julie. you're such an inspiration to all of us. no blogging guilt, please. although, it's easy for me to say that to you because i often have it, resulting in the feeling of always being on the edge of my seat - oy. happy sunday!

ArtPropelled said...

Yes! I really enjoyed that!

Renee Troy said...

I wish I had the natural piece in the photo for my art. It's delicious!
Thanks for visiting me. Love your work.
xxoo

Donna said...

Lovely post, Julie!!

Big hugs,
Donna

Almost Precious said...

The photo is captivating. And you're so right about BWO, anytime something becomes mandatory it stops being a joy and becomes a chore, the pleasure is stripped away.

Jackie said...

I enjoyed that..so many things ring true for me too.