May 23 – such a different day

Woke up to alarm
it’s such a different day
after a good sleep

Wake up refreshed.

Who thought such a goal would be so desired and so seldom realized.

I wake up some mornings and sincerely thank God for a beautiful, restorative rest.

And the impact it makes on the day to come cannot be under estimated.

Where is sleep and why is so hard to come by?

The night seemed long. Wilbur’s stomach was empty and his mind was full. And when your stomach is empty and your mind is full, it’s always hard to sleep.

From Charlotte’s Web by EB White

May 22 – Standing by the door

Standing by the door
Last sips of coffee, comfort
My resolve kicks in

Sometimes the bravest person in the world is the one who sets down their coffee cup, gets into their car and backs out of the driveway.

In his Gospel, Matthew writes:

Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.
Matthew 6:34 (NIV)

I was going to write that the troubles of my day cannot measure up to the guy trying to cross the border in Texas.

But who can say?

Each day has trouble of its own SPECIFIC to me.

Only I can know the height and depth of how these troubles affect myself.

I shouldn’t discount what I am going through even if I think my trouble’s don’t ‘measure up’.

Don’t discount ever, the trouble in each day.

May 21 – Alone

commuting, alone
stuck in the car, with my thoughts
OH, is it crowded!

There are mornings when I manage to get the car on to I85 and over to my 2nd lane from the left and start going over things that are on my mind and the next thing I know, I am passing my exit to Peachtree St.

I wonder how I got there.

May 20 – Smiled at the face

Smiled at the face
in the mirror. He winked.
It was not his face.

Adapted from The Three Day Blow by Ernest Hemingway

“I’ll get some more water,” Nick said. He went out into the kitchen again. He filled the pitcher with the dipper dipping cold spring water from the pail. On his way back to the living room he passed a mirror in the dining room and looked in it. His face looked strange. He smiled at the face in the mirror and it grinned back at him. He winked at it and went on. It was not his face but it didn’t make any difference.