Sacred Mornings
I love mornings, especially when I am in nature. I feel there is something so special and sacred about the quiet and freshness of the start of a day. Each day we are so lucky to start over and have another chance to learn and grow. My current neighborhood even though it is so cute and sweet is like a raceway during the week mornings - with cars zooming down the street in front of my home to get to somewhere they probably don't want to be going to in the first place. Even as I write this on 7:45am Sunday morning, cars still rush down the street as if they are in a hurry. I also get to enjoy the screaming child of my neighbor and I can only empathize what they are experience as that beautiful little girl is going through the growing pains of a two year old.
I have lived my whole life is a race to get somewhere like all of the people that zoom by my home and I yearn for stillness and adventure. I am absolutely thrilled to be slowly detaching from all of the things that have kept me attached to this life and the comforts I have been so dependent on. Even though living in my tiny teardrop trailer will possibly be cold, wet, and uncomfortable at times, I feel I would rather face the uncomfortable instead of being in my boring comforts thinking "what if" or "I wish I would have." My fathers mother was named "Nanny" to me. When I was younger she was always so worried about things all of the time for as long as I could remember even up until after I left for the Navy. When her and I would talk she would always express her concern and worry for me and what I was doing. Unfortunately, my Nanny got really sick and was in a coma for at least three long weeks. After she returned from her coma (or what I call these days, the meeting with the "source", or you may call God) Nanny was never the same. She for the first time in her life that I was a part of it was gentle, she allowed her to feel her feelings, and she cried and maybe felt things she had never allowed her self to feel in her entire life. Nanny was in her early 70's and I remember after her coma she would always tell me "Go out and do everything you want to do, because you don't want to be like me - old and can't do anything."
My Nanny, My Granny (my mothers mother) and my mother are a big inspiration for why I am going to go out on a limb and do the things I want to do while I am young. These women and so many others lived in a time where women didn't feel they had freedom or a choice to be on their own. Society made them brainwashed and controlled into thinking they couldn't survive without the presence of a man. My adventures and travels are all in the name of women who felt they didn't have a chance because they were busy providing a roof over someones head or because they were changing the diapers of their children. I have so much respect for the generations before me and what they have suffered through. I feel it is my duty to go out and enjoy my life and become a better person, not by external successes, but internal peace and love for myself that I am able to spread around to everyone I met and get to know.
Yesterday morning I woke up at my home, nothing planned for the day except to go through and discard things that need discarded. I felt the need to go on a drive into nature and I am glad I did. I got to see the could layer over the Hood Canal. While I was parked at the spot by the water in this picture I got to experience seeing about five different flocks of geese take flight from the low lying tidal area behind me, that experience was beautiful. I also had a chance to see little seals popping their heads up from the water while swimming near the shore. I wondered if they were finding food or just enjoying the sacred beauty of the morning as much as I was.
