SoCS 11/19/22- Giving Thanks

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “morning.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!

Each morning I take a few minutes to be grateful. I read and consider a few prayers based on random scripture quotes. This is the one thing (other than feeding my dogs) that I never neglect. Every other duty, even the ones that ‘spring up’, must pass through my sense of priority screen. This is why I am posting this today. I don’t know what’s on my agenda tomorrow until tomorrow gets here.
I don’t do schedules. Yes, there are meals to be made and pills to be given and taken, but I am a ‘take it as it happens’ person.
That attitude is the foundation for my tendency to procrastinate.
I have to admit, I get a ‘rush’ out of the challenge to accomplishing tasks ‘last minute’. There’s a sense of VICTORY in defeating an imposed timing on my own terms. Then there’s the part of me that will drop everything if my family or friends need help. It’s the highest level in my priorities scale. Floors can be vacuumed, dishes washed, and blog posts can be written, anytime.
Part of my thankfulness morning ritual includes stepping outside to get in-touch with Nature. It will be briefer as the weather gets colder but it serves a powerful purpose in how my whole day goes.
This upcoming week will hold lots of extra projects and duties in preparation for Thanksgiving. I’m looking forward to the challenge. If I don’t post much -or at all- next week, know that I’m happily busy with my own priorities… and blessed to have them.
Hope everyone has a lovely week!

d’Verse Quadrille #158: Morning

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Rising at dawn,
Breathing in peacefulness,
Your thankful habit
Of poignant pause.

In vital company of
One moment wholly natural.
-Alertness alive-
Everything greeting nothing.

Nebulous doubts of
Reward obscured by honesty,
Fortune occupies the morning.
Where tepid souls awaken
To all things possible.


Haibun Monday: Morning Remembers


The first light winked through the trees as she settled into her cozy place, no one could see her there … except for the “usuals” … mossy stump, the pebbled path, and mister raven, prompt and steady was the faithful feathered phantom even in his bachelorhood. Solitude’s not unkind, yet , she may feel a loss once he mates, perhaps… he’ll return for want of familiar peace — just as she will come, enchanted by unforgotten glorious mornings.

Treasured place be mine
Moments of new light alive
Morning remembers.



I’ve lived a sheltered working life. Even though my days are long and pay is short, I have always worked at home. In well over thirty years I have had only 2 sick days. If I am “under the weather”, I can wear a bathrobe. If it’s snowing, I have no car to clean off and no treacherous roads to navigate.

My husband has taken some vacation time at our “camp” this summer and I have had the opportunity to be a commuter. I’ve been driving about 40 minutes from New York State to my home to be there early in the morning for my day care kids. (I really dislike the heat and humidity and opted to work in an air-conditioned environment rather than play in the heat.)

It is good to try new things and I have a greater respect for all you commuters now. My dog doesn’t care for commuting since he likes to sleep in until 7:00 am. At least he doesn’t have to drive. The old thought wheels turn in my head especially in the morning and it’s creepy when I realize there are sections of roadway that I do not recall driving through. My hands are at 10 o’clock and 2 o’clock and my posture is erect so I know my driving is defensive BUT was I careful enough? The early morning trek is through rural areas and I am super vigilant about deer on the move. If I were to drive that road everyday, I am sure the idea of “if” I hit a deer would change to “when” I would. Luckily the summer commute takes place after sunrise.

My boasts of a perfect driving record carry little weight for me now. How many hours have I really driven? How many chances have I been forced to take? Yikes! I think I’ll keep my mouth shut and leave the driving to you.

Just yesterday…

Saturday evening Katherine and her mom, Ellen, stayed over at our campsite. (Ellen is my daughter.)

She and her Pepe’ built a great campfire.

The BEST campfire ever!

Katherine calls her strength “campin’ muscles”.

Campin' muscles.

The next morning, Katherine and I got up first. I had coffee, she had hot chocolate. We sat outdoors,in the woods, enjoying the early morning sun. The birds were singing and we also heard crickets. It was a beautiful sharing time for us both!

The very next morning, Katherine came to my house for day care. She asked for a hot chocolate in the very same kind of cup that she had used Sunday in the woods.

As she was sipping, she looked at me with a twinkle in her eye, “Grandma? Remember when we sat in the forest, listened to the birds and enjoyed the morning?”

” Yes, Katherine, I really enjoyed that too!”

She sipped a little more then looked at me. She gave a deep sigh and dreamily said,” Those were the days.”

I guess her “old” days are in creation. Reflecting upon them means thinking of just yesterday. 🙂

Memories in the making.