Every morning there are routines and rituals. Coffee, feeding the magpies, getting dressed – not necessarily in that order! – and doing a little writing.
For some reason the morning is my most productive time. Before dawn, even, which isn’t hard at this tail end of daylight savings time.
Often I’ll get into a frenzy and an hour will go by as I pour out my heart. Some news story, some Internet conversation, maybe a blog post, and sometimes even some real actual writing.
And then the rest of the day goes by in interruptions and procrastinations and things that need to be done.
I don’t begrudge the magpies a bit of my time. They sing so beautifully, and are so grateful for a bit of cat kibble. More than the cat is, for sure.
And their glory lifts my heart; these wild creatures coming to me and singing their harmonies.
Image by Britni Pepper