
As the sun rays peer through my window on this cold wintry morning, I suddenly feel restless to get out of bed and put on some slosh boots. It's still February I am reminded as I walk out to my back patio and pull my jacket closer to my face, but what a beautiful February day it is. I take one step onto the thick muddy green grass and let myself just breathe in all that this morning air has to offer.
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Smells of last nights rain, dirt, and oilve trees woosh through me. Distance birds are singing their morning melodies, I like to imagine them reheasring for some big choir event that I hope to get invited too soon. I watch them float in and out of the meadow fog that still lingers from early sunrise.
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I take another step and feel the mud squish beneath my boots. The cold doesn't seem to bother me any more as I surrender to it. Admist the songs of birds and a few toads there is a certain stillness that somehow feeds my soul and I don't want to rush away from it. I want to stay and walk with the morning and listen as it teaches me about this day and why it is so special. I search my back yard for mushrooms, moss, and flowering weeds. I admire there beauty and thank them for their presence. Â

My face is numb, but my heart is warm with gratitude as I return back to the house for some hot peppermint tea. Before I step inside I turn one last time knowing all too well the demands that await me from my to do list, I pause and smile. Out there is my real home and I am free to be a child again full of wonder and delight as I explore, observe and learn from my Earthy Mama!
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