morning sashay

An early morning in my life.

While the household sleeps, I stir from my warm bed, slipping my bare arms into a warm robe and my chilly feet into fuzzy slippers. It is dark, or maybe the beginnings of hazy light around the edges can be seen. I push the thermostat button up a notch or two and welcome its gentle whoosh as it comes on, it begins to feel warmer already.

I drink a full glass of lukewarm water mixed with Green Magma Plus while stretching with ballet-type leg stretches, body posture erect, in front of the kitchen sink. If the coffee was not preset the night before, I begin filling the coffee maker with eight cups of cold water then stuffing a brown filter into the holder and filling it with seven rounded scoops of dark roast coffee.

I make an immediate beehive to the sunroom, the most beneficial part of my day is about to begin.  Usually there is still not enough light to read by, but soon the unfolding of the day gives an ethereous display outside the glass windows. A time of praise, song, and prayer to a living GOD. I read His Word and open my journal to record whatever may be on my heart and mind that morning.

Comfortably familiar.