‘In the morning when the moon is at it’s rest,
You will find me at the time I love the best
Watching rainbows play on sunlight;
Pools of water iced from cold night, in the morning.
Tis the morning of my life.’
(‘In the morning’ ~ The Bee Gees, 1965)
Morning walk into the sun.
Weekday mornings are rushed and hurried creatures for the most part. When I was working full-time it was an early alarm clock call, gym session, drive through traffic, and breakfast at my desk while I started sorting through the first emails of the day. The past year has been less hectic and I have come to treasure the quiet morning hours where I can wake early and potter around the house, go for a walk or run and come back to a leisurely breakfast before starting on the tasks for the day, or heading off to university. I know I am incredibly lucky, but believe me, in some ways I miss the strict schedule of a non-uni-student-full-time-worker.
Our glorious spread. Thanks Casey and Cassie.
Weekend mornings have always been more of a slow-paced affair. A time where you can take stock of the morning before you, cook a leisurely breakfast for your loved ones, and just let the day come as it may. This week I was lucky to share one of these golden weekend mornings on a Tuesday with two of my closest friends. I took the opportunity presented by a lovely summer morning to go for a walk and listen to the world wake up (and some podcasts from BBC Radio 4). Then I drove over for a ladies-only breakfast on the verandah. We sipped tea, ate divine gluten-free pancakes topped with fresh fruit salad, and caught up on how life had been unfolding in our own separate worlds over the past few weeks. By mid-morning we were all on our way again, but the rare opportunity for a lazy start and a soul-recharging visit with friends had me carrying a smile and a ray of morning sun in my heart all day long.
My beautiful breakfast.
Tuesday morning’s lesson was this: take the moment and say yes. Take the unexpected breakfasts, the journeys, the hand that is offered to you. Say yes. Yes to pancakes eaten off fine china on a weekday morning. Yes to the spur-of-the-moment movie date night with your boyfriend. Yes to the ice cream parlour visit at 9:30pm on a Sunday (it really does fortify the soul for a Monday morning run). Yes to the golden moments in the mornings, afternoons, and evenings of life. Sprinkle a little special into every day.
Tell me, dear readers, what is your favourite morning ritual? Do you have something special on a weekday morning that makes them more bearable, or a favourite Sunday treat?
