We're slowly easing back into a daily and weekly rhythm after our trip north. Lying in bed yesterday morning it occurred to me that my morning rhythm and rituals are very nearly the same every day. Often it starts by being woken by the birds outside our window. This time of the year the camellia tree is blooming and we see and hear all the birdsong and going's on of their morning meal. I lie for a while, trying to wake gently, during which time a pair of small feet has made their way into bed for snuggles and chatter about the day ahead. Sometimes I get a moment longer to be with the morning while Zahra heads off to get on with her plans for the day. Chook cuddles or reading are generally first on her list.This morning she's into the paints, something about an art shop out the front of our house... oh how she makes me smile. Once I rise I make my way from room to room opening the curtains. Always in the same order, looking out, seeing what weather we have to play with. As I do this each and every day it really feels like I'm greeting the day, saying hello to the world. Some windows I linger at longer, for the way the sun is streaming in or for the coloured leaves outside. Then it's off to the kitchen to get the kettle going for that first cup of tea, a pat and ear ruffle for Miss Kaya dog, then out into the yard to greet the girls, feed them and collect any eggs. I love the way that this little ritual unfolds every morning, differently but the same. I find comfort and beauty in it, a steady slowness and quiet that hopefully, but not always, sets the tone for the rest of the day.
Today I wanted to share the view from our bathroom window with you. I've been lingering here for the past few mornings loving the mix of colours and sky, sun and life. If I really look I can see the bush behind our place, the hill we so often climb. It's just a small window but it's tiny frame, with its snapshot of the outside world, are my favourite part of this morning ritual.
Happy Friday
Cxo
