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daybreak

January 20, 2012

the blaze of sunrise has faded, but the high clouds are still glowing pink as daylight slowly illuminates the house.

wind rocks the tall pine outside the east window while the wind chimes clang loudly from both decks to the west.

another day has begun.

i treasure the early morning hours when i can savor the moments of beauty and the new day is filled with possibility.

yesterday i sat at my writing table watching the black silhouettes of tree branches across the street dance passionately before a vibrant pink backdrop

until it was finally light enough to pick up my pen.  i hesitate to turn on artificial lighting when such a spectacular light show is occurring

that is both fleeting and deserving of attention.  my day always seems to go better when it begins with my full appreciation for the gift of a sunrise.

now, with my steaming mug of coffee a memory, i put the kettle on for tea.

i want to take this day slowly, mindfully.

with two loads of laundry already done i have a feeling of productivity that frees me

to devote time to writing, drawing, and creative pursuits of pleasure.

perhaps i’ll bake a fruit crumble or tart for this evening.

there will be time for the horses, time to be outdoors.

and, inevitably, there will be a spectacular winter sunset.

the days of winter may be short, but here in colorado they are framed in beauty.

this week i captured a sunset for you.  it was a lesson in patience, as each time the camera was set aside something changed:

shifts in color, a flock of geese, or the sudden awareness of how trees contrasted against the clouds…

it’s hard to say goodnight to a glorious sunset,

as feathered clouds give up their colors to night.

but it comes with the promise of morning…

and a blazing sunrise to begin another new day.

addendum:  mindfulness much?

in the belief that we are better people if we can laugh at ourselves,

i must share my mindful? experience of creating an aesthetically pleasing breakfast.

while brewing the perfect cup of earl grey blue tea (with lavender buds),

i sliced a nice slab of homemade sourdough bread for french toast.

(even in the bread machine this loaf is amazing–  dense while rising crazy-high,

like having a two-story loaf of bread…)

when it was golden on both sides i grabbed the stonewall kitchen jar from the refrigerator,

sat down at the table, and promptly slathered it with…

cranberry horseradish sauce.  hmmm.

darn those cute little square glass jars with green lids and rich, ruby-red contents.

all’s well that ends well, though.

i scraped it off quite easily, replaced it with holiday jam, and dusted it with powdered sugar.

yum.

how’s your day going?

6 Comments leave one →
  1. January 20, 2012 6:07 pm

    “…wind rocks the tall pine outside the east window…”

    Love that.
    And what a BEAUTIFUL sky!

    • sassysistersink permalink*
      January 20, 2012 6:15 pm

      we have no snow, but plenty of wind.
      It is, however, UTTERLY beautiful

  2. NoisyMama permalink
    January 20, 2012 11:07 pm

    I think you have better sunsets an hour north of me… But I do have some rockin’ sunrises!
    And I would love to come have breakfast with you. You know how I love me a good french toast. However, the horseradish thing must be new, because you have certainly never served me THAT before! Hehe!

  3. January 21, 2012 4:11 am

    sheer poetry: words and the capture the skies.

    the process of your day-into-night is quite mindful….

    xx

    • January 21, 2012 4:12 am

      duh. the capture OF the skies.

      • sassysistersink permalink*
        January 21, 2012 5:28 am

        thanks, marie.
        haha! i figured “of” was implied.
        and you’d really laugh if you could see how i’m struggling to type this right now!
        xo

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