Wow! It's Morning

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This may have already occurred where you live.  Still looking forward to it here in So CalWhat do you think?  Sunrise or Sunset?Each day blossomsThe day ends like it beginsNew York in the morning
This may have already occurred where you live.  Still looking forward to it here in So Cal
This may have already occurred where you live. Still looking forward to it here in So Cal
What do you think?  Sunrise or Sunset?
What do you think? Sunrise or Sunset?
Each day blossoms
Each day blossoms
The day ends like it begins
The day ends like it begins
New York in the morning
New York in the morning

Since When?

Wow! It IS morning. I'm sitting here in that altered state of consciousness, the place where Julia Cameron suggests you write your morning pages (The Artist's Way, see below under Amazon).  I'm sipping creamer and coffee (Come on, no one really likes coffee!), I'm remembering the last dream of my sleep. I was on the examining table, and the Doctor was saying, "Now, besides your blood pressure, your prostate, and your vision and your hearing, we are now checking your hubbitivity, Mr. Bradley, and the information I have here says you haven't posted a hub in quite a few days. What's with that, Mr. Bradley?" "Since when did they include that in a physical?" I thought to myself. (I'm still in my dream!) Yes, I thought it to myself. I coudln't say it out loud because that woman examing me is a doctor. She's one of the big people, and you don't question the big people, you know?

As I sit here, I realize perhaps the doctor was my anima knocking on the door. Okay, okay, cut with all the esoteric gesturing. Way too early for that! But by the time you read this, it might not be too early for you! So maybe it was my anima acting like an alarm clock I mean the truth be known, when I went to sleep last night, I promised myself I would get up early and post a new blog.

As I was falling off into whereever it is we fall off to at night, I could not get the hymn "Morning Has Broken" out of my head. I wanted that song somehow to be a thread weaving its way in the fabric of the blog. How poetic! The only problem was, I didn't have the correct title. I thought it was "Morning Is Dawning." And if I was going to reference the hymn, I wanted to be sure I had the correct title, so you would know precisely what hymn was running through my alleged mind! So I spent an enormous amount of time googling "Morning is dawning" until I found the index to a hymnal where I found the correct title! So, Morning has broken....Black Birds are calling. I've been thinking about this song, half the correct words, since last week when I drug myself out of bed early enough to catch the sunrise. I didn't realize till that morning last week, that there is a moment during the sunrise when both the eastern and western horizon look almost identical and you can't really tell if it is sunrise or sunset.

To bring you up to astronomical date, the light first broke this morning at 5:44 a. m. at which time I was still on the examining table of my dream, and the sun actually started to rise at 6:10 a. m., and yes, I was still on the examining table! So much for getting up early. I was hoping I could get through this blog without confessing that my best laid plans are sometimes just that, plans! When I finally did get up to write, I saw clearly that the worm was gone. In fact, as I peered out the window, I saw two blackbirds fighting over the worm! By the way, I am not on any medication! You think I should be?! Maybe, but without it, the imaginative scenes are so much more colorful and fun!

I cannot align myself with the morning people. Don't get me wrong. I love morning people. Some of my best friends are morning people. It just doesn't come natural for me. I like to "join" the morning people, but for me, it is a real ""drag" in that I have to drag myself out of bed. When I get into the routine, I can be a converted or perhaps "temp" morning person, but all it takes is a morning or two of not dragging myself out of bed, and I'm back to being a night person! BUT I really enjoy being IN the morning, especially when it is still a tad dark, and I get to watch and listen to the symphony of events, some part of nature, and some part of humankind. There are even smells that are wonderful: someone cooking bacon, someone burning their toast, someone doing a load of laundry. Yes, you can actually smell the dryer sheet!

Did you know that you can smell burnt toast for quite a distance! Kind of like burnt popcorn. In fact, the other day, a nosey neighbor came pounding on our door, late at night, asking "Did you burn popcorn?" (And I had.) "Who are you, the burnt popcorn police?" But I sometimes feel like doing that myself in the morning, when I smell the burnt toast. Can you see me, knocking on someone's door at six o''clock in the morning? "Hey, I am so so so sorry. I can tell you burnt your toast. Not a good way to start your day. Would you like me to come in and fix you some fresh toast?" I'm sure that would get me locked up OR maybe a new job as the word spread through the neighborhood. How much could I charge for that service? I could get a truck, like a taco truck, but call it the toast truck, but Na, that would take away the ambience of toast in your own kitchen. Ah yes, the smell of warm toast without the burn!

So when you are out and about exercising (walking) early in the morning, you can smell what folks are doing early in the morning. You even get whiffs of after shaves and colognes.

Initially, you hear a few birds and then flocks of them. Dogs begin barking at each other and at me. You hear car engines reving up and school busses bounding through the neighborhood. If you're up early enough, you can hear the distant din of the freeway and also freight trains rumbling through San Timeteo Canyon, which is amazing, because those railroad tracks are not particularly close.

So I'm out and about walking four miles or if I get up early enough, five miles. It's beginning to cool down here in So Cal, so I bundle up, not quite as bundled up as I will be come Winter. It's a great way to start the day. My body is so unwound after the walk, that not much will stress me out for the rest of the day, although the stressors, themselves, are still sitting there, staring me in the face. What's amazing is that my ability to take on whatever it is that the stressors are demanding seems to be enhanced from the lack of stress in my muscles. Well, the scientific fact is, when our stress is reduced, we can think more clearly and make better judgments. Yes, there is a very small window, with just a little bit of stress, where your thinking is momentarily sharper, but it is a very small window and it is difficult to maintain that little bit of stress!

It is already November. We celebrated Hallows Eve on Saturday, All Saints Day on Sunday and All Souls Day on Monday. I've eaten more miniature Heath Bars (leftovers--lucky for me) in the last four days that I have my entire life. What does that extra sugar and chocolate do for my brain? I have no idea, and maybe that's what it does! I know where some of you live, the leaves may have already turned and disappeared. Here in Yucaipa, the leaves begin turning about now and probably reach their peak around the first week of December

So my plan was to post this blog and so I will stop sewing for now. I have enjoyed reading your blogs this past week and if I haven't posted a comment yet, I will be sure to do so before he week is over. I think that is an important part of our blog community, giving each other feedback and support.

HAVE A VERY GOOD MORNING AND CHECK OUT THOSE BLACKBIRDS. You know, there still might be a worm or two out there for all of us to catch! In fact, I know there is.

Ooops! One more thought. The day ends pretty much the way it begins. And, especially when you're living in a relationship, at the end of the day, the early bird also gets the worm! .

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Diane Mierzwik 7 years ago

I can see fog in the valley from my home this morning. Now that is a gift!

Thanks, Vern.


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vrbmft 7 years ago from Yucaipa, California Author

Goooooood Moooooorning, Cherry Valley! Thanks so much for checking out the blogs.


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palmerlarryray 7 years ago from Macon, Missouri

Great Stuff,Vern... Now.... Where's my toast?


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vrbmft 7 years ago from Yucaipa, California Author

Coming right up, Man!!! Or is it popping right up!


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RedElf 7 years ago from Canada

Nice hub, and nice to meet you, as well! I will be abck oy read more!


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vrbmft 7 years ago from Yucaipa, California Author

Thanks for reading RedElf. Some hubs are quite fun to write and this was one of those. It's all true, too, except I haven't started going into folks' homes in the morning to fix toast for them--not yet!

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