Morning Messages

It was a rare morning. I got into a habit of sleeping in for a while now but that morning, I felt the strong urge to go down for some quiet time alone. It was a little after five in the morning. It was still as dark as a midnight as I sat alone under…

Rain. Storm. Fog.

I could sit here and watch this all day. The way the rain storm envelops the countryside and the way rain shower soothes my soul gently despite the thunder. I woke up to a hot summery day. We had breakfast on our deck planning the hot day ahead. I filled a small pool to let…

The joy of Your Presence, O God

You will show me the way of life, granting me the joy of your presence and the pleasures of living with you forever.  -Psalm 16:11 I am feeling so much peace this early pre-dawn. Soon the responsibilities and realities will dawn on me and my age-old anxiety will return testing my faith but for now…

Like the Light of Morning at Sunrise

The relentless rain has passed finally and the morning without clouds has come. I woke up early with the sounds of wild birds and my dog slowly rose, too. It’s his big day. Neutering day. I left early in the dawn to drop him off at the vet office. I haven’t had chance to be…

Sacred Morning

In the Morning Light by Yanni Every morning, I walk to my front gate to get my newspaper. This small, mundane act has so much meaning to me. I wake up every morning with so much anticipation to start the day. Just the thought of sitting down with my morning paper on my white dining…

Pure Simplicity

***** When you live in a small country town, even going to a post office feels like a special trip. I drive through the open corn field, and more open field with unrecognizable crops, meet happy cows along the way, and drive past a dairy farm. It feels so far away from the modern world,…

Shooting Stars

    I have only moved less than 30 miles, just a short distance away in the neighboring state right across the Potomac river. Because there is no bridge nearby my town, I had to drive almost double the distance. This place feels worlds apart but one thing keeps me connected to my old city…

Simple, Slow, and Smooth

A little dose of the first morning light and a cup of hand drip coffee on this slow Sunday is a great therapy.Hand drip is a timeless art of making coffee. It’s simple. It’s slow. It’s smooth. Just the way I want my Sunday to be. Come to think of it, I wish my whole…

Morning Magic

It’s such a wonderful time of the year. It’s perfect for reading, perfect for writing, for any activities you can do while sitting by the window where colorful autumn leaves are making their free fall. Now the trees are becoming bare, exposing their most vulnerable skin. It’s that time of the year- you feel like…

I Promise…

Before my head does a crazy thing again, I must try to remember this wonderful morning. My brief 20 minute power run to the cafe, and lively conversations with my regular customers, reading stories in the Washington Post, watching the Monday morning breaking through, the sun rising up higher and higher, cars gathering in the…