Back to Morning Quiet Time

I did my 40 days of early morning quiet time. Then last week I went back to my former routine of jumping up and hitting the computer and launching right in on my business work. This morning I returned to 40 minutes of quiet time downstairs in the ground floor study. I missed letting my brain and body dissolve into the cosmos. Which metaphor applies? Stoking the creative fire? Or clearing the underbrush? Maybe a little of both.

The weather is clear and sunny, but only 14 degrees. Jim is frying onions, carrots and celery for soup. I do like the onions black but charring them fills the house with smoke and we have to open the back door. I threw Hermanita’s leftover seeds out to the squirrels, who are still frustrated with our squirrel-proof feeder.

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