Saturday Morning Musings

I had the best sleep last night. I have been awake since 7:00 am, and after reading for a little while, I got up to face the day. My usual breakfast of cereal and milk were followed by my first tea of many that will be enjoyed today. This one was served in a cup of the yellow hue I love. 

Being up and on the go early on Saturday mornings has always offered me a great deal of contentment. Aside from my softly snuffling PJ as she makes her way between her food dish, to her bed, and back again, the silence of the house roars in my ears. It’s not an uncomfortable silence. Rather, it’s reassuring. In these moments, I am just as at peace as I am when I take in a sunrise, sunset, or the wonder of a moonlit sky. 

Recently, I encountered a quotation that has been attributed to one Catherine Douzel. Though I was unable to uncover much about her authorship, the words resonate: “Each cup of tea represents an imaginary voyage.” I spend a lot of my life musing, and the voyages offered between sips of tea are not unfamiliar to me.

Attempts  to move past the imaginings and wanderings of my own mind are futile. How is it that I feel pulled in so many different directions? I have an urge to go for a drive. That, however, would require me to move from the comfort of my pyjamas. There’s always laundry to be done. I want to curl up with my tea and a book and simply be. My journals and laptop constantly call to me for where there is a pen and paper or a screen and keystrokes, there are my words. I gaze upon them. How grateful I am for loopy cursive or typeface! My words are as reliable and true as an old and faithful friend.