The grain’s of sound begin to drift into my awareness. Slowly, I begin to notice the world around me. Somewhere between that deep sleep state I was in and the fully awake moment when I jump out of bed full of energy, ready to conquer the world.
I vaguely remember a dream, “What was it about”?, I ask myself. I wonder if I have time to turn over for just 10 minutes more sleep. So I turn over and cuddle into my comforter.
The next thing I remember is hearing the clatter of the garbage cans being hauled to the curb. Startled, wondering how long I have been asleep, I jump out of bed. 10 minutes, I notice as I glance at the alarm clock on the bedside table. Stretching, trying to work out the kinks as I take a few deep breathes, I head into my day.
And what a day it will be. All the plans have been made. Everything is in place, details attended to. I have done everything I could possibly do, time to turn everything over to those I have hired and just enjoy myself.
Following the aroma of fresh brewed coffee, I skip down the stairs two at a time and I run right into Jane. Resisting the temptation to ask her how everything is going, I chirp a cheery “good morning, beautiful day isn’t it!” as I continue on into the kitchen.
Giving Maria a good morning peck on the cheek, I pour myself a steamy hot cup of Columbian coffee. I continue on, strolling out the sliding glass doors and down the steps of the classic balcony. My bare feet tickled by the coolness of the soft grasses as I walk towards the rose garden. I am soon surrounded by rose bushes of every description and color. Vibrant, brilliant reds of every shade, soft mellow pinks and an array of sparkling hues of yellows through to that soft peachy salmon color, with a backdrop of leaves and foliage in every shade of green imaginable.
I am lead out of this most magnificent rose garden as I follow the hippy hop of a small rabbit dressed in the smooth softness of his gray furry coat. He turns his head to make sure I am still with him, as we reach a bend on our path of silky smooth cobblestones warmed by the sun that is shining down upon us. He beckons me to go first, as he wants to see my reaction to this sacred place he has brought me to. It is vaguely familiar, for I have been here 9 times before.
The vista before me goes on forever, far beyond what the eyes can see. Every season is depicted in its own unique elegance. There are bare tree branches sparkling with raindrop diamonds frozen in place. A breath of fresh air breathes life with the sounds of the leaves swirling as I hear them crunching beneath my feet. I feel the contrast from the warmth of the stones to the coolness of the leaves I now walk on.
Transforming before me, the bare winter branches of the trees sprout green buds of new growth. In moments the lime green of the newness transforms to the rich darker shades of maturity. Flowers blossom around me. The air is fragrant with the new growth scents transforming into the aroma of full growth. In the distance the snow capped mountains sparkle to life and I am magically transported to their majestic heights as I now look down on all that surrounds me.
Enjoying the cold slippery wetness of the snow beneath my feet, I hear the sounds of songs being sung, a great celebration in process coming from the cave up ahead. The joyful sounds lead me deeper into the darkness. The walls press in against me. My body is nourished by the comfortable surroundings I am in.
I am ready to begin my day, as I am pushed along by the waves. Greeted by the newness that surrounds me, as loving hands welcome me into their world, joyously my new life begins.
Lynn Keeling
Feb 23, 2009
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