Tuesday, April 18

A Wet And Thunderous Night Turns Into A Wet Thunderous Morning Coffee Muses

A Wet And Thunderous Night Turns Into A Wet Thunderous Morning Coffee Muses

The morning is dark and rainy. Rolling thunder began last night about nine and continues the battle as I type. Lake Boyd in our front yard is as big as I’ve ever seen it which means it’s reached capacity and any more rain just runs off.

This morning’s symphony is brought to you by the world famous froggy apocalypse choir. The avian choir of most mornings is in hiding until the rain gods quit the battle raging above the clouds. And the rain just keeps falling…

Finally, some birds are starting to compete with the amphibious roar. And whoever’s beating the drum up in heaven could use some restraint. Lightning flashes in warning of the rolling thunder heading our way… again. And the frogs keep calling for more and more.

My coffee cup is empty and these rainy day muses are not amusing… so adieu.

Monday, April 17

Muggy But Almost Cool Morning Coffee Muses

Muggy But Almost Cool Morning Coffee Muses

You know, even without walking outside, that the humidity is back when every window in the house is covered with a frosting of dew drops. It’s cooler outside than in, so it shouldn’t be condensation… The windows are low e anyway. But on these mornings when you step out and feel the damp right down to your bones, on these cool humid mornings you know… mid day will be pushing the outermost edges of summer’s hell.

I am beginning to see that these morning muses are really my morning meditations combined with a morning pages journal with illustrations. I have arrived at this realization because when my morning routine is interrupted the rest of my day runs off kilter. Everything just feels a step out of balance. Missing a mockingbird’s musical sun salutation from the top of the cypress tree. Not being cautiously greeted by the cardinals on the feeder or the hummingbirds in battle over the control of theirs… Each of these things set the tone for how the day will turn out.

Speaking of mockingbirds… There were a few years there when I was wondering what happened to them. I have lived with the ever present songs of the mockingbirds for my entire life. There is a reason they are the state bird for a big part of the south. Then suddenly, this year, they are back. Singing their long and varied song from sun up to sun down, usually from the highest spire they can find. Like this morning, sitting up on the edge of heaven the whole world spread out below, welcoming the sun with a song… accompanied by the cardinals in the surrounding trees. A beautifully spiritual way to start a day.

And now the cattle egrets have landed, patrolling the freshly cut grass next door and wandering into my yard in search of breakfast… Speaking of which, I hear mine calling…

 

Sunday, April 16

A Humid Cardinal Filled Easter Sunday Morning Coffee Muses

A Humid Cardinal Filled Easter Sunday Morning Coffee Muses

Easter Sunday and the cottontail has been missing for days. And the cardinals I mentioned above, they’re not inside a house of worship, they’re worshipping in the true home of God… Mother Nature’s grand cathedral of open skies.

Over at The Task At Hand, Linda, writes of a different kind of resurrection. The type that comes as the plants on a burned over prairie rise Phoenix like from the ashes. It’s a rebirth I’ve seen many times in my travels through the coastal refuges that surround my part of Texas. Disconcerting to see, but a needed part of life on the prairie without which the prairies of the world would cease to exist.

Much to my wife’s chagrin, I’m not a religious man… Spiritual yes, but organized religion, to me, lost it’s path long ago. And, again, in my opinion, if I need a pass from some religious order to get into heaven… I’ll pass on the offer. I know the difference between right and wrong… I can tell evil from good. I don need someone else to tell me what to think. I have no problem with worshippers of any religion, as long as they allow others to worship or not worship as they see fit. The problems in the world are not religious, they are problems of power. It’s just that some men use religion to acquire and hold power. It’s been happening since the beginning of time… and sadly it’ll probably be around until the end of man.

Enough heavy muses for the day… Have a happy Easter Sunday everyone!

Saturday, April 15

Warm And Sunny Easter Eve Morning Coffee Muses

Warm And Sunny Easter Eve Morning Coffee Muses

I had to give up this post outside and bring it inside due to my own pigheadedness. I keep insisting every few months to try installing the WordPress App in my Kindle. Every time I do, it screws up the SD card and I have to remove it and plug it into the computer to scan and fix. I uninstall the app and tell myself I won’t do it again…. Then I do it anyway.

Now I’ve killed my window of opportunity to muse over my coffee… I’ll try again tomorrow.

the ramblings of my brain over that first cup… and other meanders