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A Late Riser’s Divulgence

Salvador Dali-- Hercules Lifts the Skin of the Sea and Stops Venus for an instant from waking Love.

Wake naturally.  That means any time (of the day).  Sometimes I have this kind of luxury, when the day begins at mid-morning and ends well past midnight.  Night time seems to have a calming effect on me.  It induces my mind to focus and be productive.

My sister-in-law said after she wakes she must get out of bed, otherwise she’ll get a headache.  But I find the time when the mind begins to wake to be a magical moment. Memories, emotions and new thoughts reemerge together.  Feelings come back, and sometimes with a line or two, or maybe a little tune.  They don’t ask to be written down; and if I reach for a pen I disturb the delicate veil between consciousness and sleep and the magic is gone.  To savor and listen and feel–although I don’t know anything about meditation, I suppose this may come close to some aspects of it.

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An Aubade at Dusk

It is always cheerful, seeing shadows whitening in the room.  One cat’s warm belly against my head and another purring at the bend of my leg.  To get up means upsetting the critters, and that is enough reason to stay warm under the covers, at least until one of us moves.

Images of night linger.  Fragments of a dream, fuzzy on the edges.  Something brilliantly composed is melting away.  A smile, shy and sweet, tender.

Tender is the moment, this returning; though lovers see dawn as a cruel sign to part.  A slow rise so as not to twist the back or hurt the knees.  A soft landing.

 

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