time to stand and stare

It’s the morning after the morning we remembered the mourning and celebrated the Morning.

D has risen early again, because it’s Monday and time to move into a new week of busyness as usual. I want to burrow down under white down, but there’s a light that shines in the dark, and I hear him move about the room. He bends over to kiss me goodbye. I won’t see him again until bedtime.

Dawn’s smearing rose on Horizon’s lips when I flip back the covers. Downstairs, I press the power buttons on computer and coffeepot, then go down another level to add a log to the fire.

Back at the kitchen table with a steamy mug, I check messages from my Facebook prayer group. Then my calendar. I breathe deep. Try not to choke.

Follow me to BibleDude.net for the rest of this story. The tea kettle’s whistling, and the scones are fresh.

Still staring,

Sandy

Though this isn’t technically an artist’s date as Julia Cameron describes in The Artist’s Way, I’m going to call it an artist’s break and join Tweetspeak Poetry’s new linkup. Because really, it’s through the break I found the words. (And there’s poetry, so they should like that.)

Also with sweet friend, Laura.