I was thinking of how these little things make all the difference when starting off one's day. Morning is praying to a deity of rhythm and habit. Different for everyone, but the same goal is achieved in the continuity of the daily cycle. It doesn't matter what you're doing or what you believe, but the ritual of daily existence is one that I love. It's like looking at something familiar long enough until it seems new, only reversed. It's the same every day but everyday is still different than the one before...I can only do my part to ensure that the day is at least started off properly, the rest is up to fate:
Wake up. Yawn softly, stretch wide. Slippers. Stumble, shuffle. Coffee with cream and sugar. Email. The morning is almost past and the day is just beginning. Snuffling dogs bound out for their morning romp. Love. Sweet kisses on sleepy faces. Shower. Hot and steaming and scented and long. Brush the wet out of hair. Warm clothes fresh from the dryer. Music. Shuffle all! Smoke. Drive shift turn. Sing!
The little liturgy complete, the small sacraments are closed. I've done my part to establish the good ahead for today.
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