In the early morning, when the darkness lingers for a few more moments, I wander through the apartment opening blinds and starting the day. First up are treats for Ada, who waits on my desk with bright shiny eyes in anticipation. Hardly able to contain herself she mews and squeaks with delight as I approach my study down the hall way. I hear her call and become excited to see her face. Today, as I pattered about, waking life partner for the new work week and opening the blinds, I felt thankful for these early morning rituals and, especially for little Ada Mae.
It is the same at work. Arriving in my office, greeting people, switching on the light, computer, listening to the messages on my voice-mail, and reaching for that welcoming cup of coffee to start the work day. I have brought two plants to green up my work office, and they seem to greet me as well. Do I see Ada in every living thing?
Indeed, it is the small things that weave life's web around me and hold me steady and strong.
A year ago at Mining Nuggets: Angel squirrel
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Posted by: tamarika | October 07, 2008 at 01:43 PM
As the stock market reminds us not to put too much faith in the future, and the political pettiness becomes painful to listen to, I too take comforts in the here and now. For me that includes a raising up in the darkness routine much like that you describe. My Sasha also provides my first live encounter of each day. I do not blog but I do open curtains, make tea, listen to NPR and walks at sunrise before driving to work and begin the day starting rituals there. The stock market will do whatever it is ultimately going to do, in a few short weeks the campaigning will be over, but our morning rituals will continue to lend the stability that anchors our lives through all the rapid change around us. I have never understood people who get restless with sameness. For me it is what I thrive on. Growth and change are inevitable and come at us with dizzying speed, but the core of what is important to us is often revealed through the parts of our lives that we carry with us no mater where we are or what is being forced upon us from the wider world.
Posted by: Cheryl | October 07, 2008 at 08:37 AM