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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!

Friday, April 14

Good Friday Morning Coffee Muses

Good Friday Morning Coffee Muses

Schools are closed, daycares are closed, but workplaces are open. Such is the dichotomy of a religious holiday in a much more secular world. Parents all over this country are forced to make choices about family and their occupation. Many do not have an option. And children everywhere sit at home unsupervised.

As holidays go Good Friday has always a bit different. Exactly why is it a school holiday anywhere but parochial schools?  It shows how much the Christian Faith still calls the shots in America. We have no holidays specific to any other religions. Before it became “winter” break, it was called Christmas break. Before it was spring break it was Easter break. Where is Passover break, Ramadan break… are we missing a Shinto holiday, a Hindu or a Buddhist holiday? Does this even seem strange to anyone else. Are is it just my long hair, hippie, liberal mind asking questions that seem obvious to me and piss off everyone else?

This was not the way I saw these muses going when I sat down this morning. But then again, this is where my mind wandered. If you went along for the ride, I hope you enjoy this beautiful Good Friday morning…

Thursday, April 13

Bright And Sunny If A Bit Damp Morning Coffee Muses

Bright And Sunny If A Bit Damp Morning Coffee Muses

After two days of overcast with afternoon downpours, the day is bright like it’s been washed and polished. Though, the main sonic description would have to be “barnyard”. The neighbors cows are vocal this morning, which isn’t common. Most days you would never know they’re there. I’m also hearing more chickens than usual. Add in the peacocks from around the corner screaming “help…help…help” and the morning has seemed different…

And, the sun does something to the lighting. Yesterday the world was green, today, it’s the same green world but it doesn’t have that magical feel. I’m not looking for the leprechaun behind the bushes.

Speaking of bushes… Yesterday while I was working on WikiTree l saw a link to check your relationship to the Presidents. Just for grins and giggles, I started checking. Wouldn’t you know it… My only Presidential cousin would turn out to be the two Presidents Bush. H W is my eighth cousin, G W is my eighth cousin one time removed… my second least favorite President is my cousin… Damn. Family, what can you do… On a better note, Daniel Boone is my first cousin, eight times removed. That relationship I was already aware of.

All of this family history stuff is bringing cousins out of the ether. I’m getting emails from distant cousins of both Sherry and myself on an almost daily basis. It also has me digging into paper records I haven’t looked at in decades. The reminders are kind of nice. I could almost smell the limestone walls in the basement of the century and a half old courthouse in Coryell County. I spent many hours in that basement with the smell of old paper and in k wafting up from books handwritten in the 1860’s and 70’s… Research is so much different now that many records are online..

Time to refresh my cup… catch ya later.