I have all the lights down low this morning.
Just a candle flickers here. I think it’s my way of being easy on my tired eyes. I feel as if I should still be wrapped in blankets, resting.
I do have the window open. This morning ritual allows the sound of the suburban morning to make its way inside. And it propels me forward into my day. But it’s dark out there, too. The birds aren’t even stirring yet. There’s an unusual hush in and around the house that’s making me feel off.
Hello, time change.
You all know (and certainly feel) that we lost an hour of snooze yesterday. I’ll be pouring a cup of tea into a yellow ceramic Fiesta cup in a few minutes because of it. And my kids will emerge an hour later on the clock. And about mid-day I’ll feel like it should be bed time.
But we must remember…
What we lost in sleep, we gained in sunshine.
What we gave up in the morning, we found in the eve.
I’m thinking back to 12 hours ago.
I was sitting in a friend’s backyard watching tots play. Four families gathered to potluck and chat. It was 7pm – and the glow of day was still bright, beckoning us to linger in leisure. It felt like afternoon rather than evening. The bonus sunlight blessed me. But now, it’s morning the next day and the sun has yet to show. It’s making me feel like slumber.
But listen! After the day fills and we peruse our Monday, there will be an evening filled with extra shine. And there is something about that – that rings in life.
Spring and summer are always asking us to sit out on the porch a little later, pour another glass of what fills, talk a bit longer to the neighbors, round another block on our evening walk, and shut the blinds at a later hour. That extra sun can be fun.
Isn’t it true that so often times what we lose – we end up gaining somewhere else?
Not always. But usually.
I’m not one to pop in with optimism most days. My husband fills that role, bless him. I don’t usually swing toward the silver lining, but I’m working on this. While Mamas should be realistic and practical, they should also be buoyant and high on possibility. I recognize this and I’m in process.
The daylight that dawdled on us in the later hours yesterday, reminded me that when something gets taken, something else can be received.
Let’s always keep our eyes open and our palms cupped to catch it.
I want to be buoyant and high on possibility as well!!
Great was to start this Monday morning. Not being a morning person, this change takes a toll on me for about a week!
We have been praying for you and yours, Judy! Hugs to you!