Sunday, February 21, 2016

What gets you up in the morning?

I had an email flurry with a long-standing friend of mine this morning. In and amongst the news catching up on, she asked me this question. It wasn't difficult to answer, but it's stayed with me since. 

I had intended to spend the day in my onesie, but the question got me up and writing in my journal, which I haven't done since the beginning of November. It got me dressed and kept me company as I mucked out the chickens and tidied up their area, something I've been meaning to do for a couple of weeks.

It's incredibly useful, being asked questions like that. It allows me to solidify my watery thinking and to mull over context and content. I've been doing an awful lot of feeling in the past few months, not a lot else. No writing, no thinking, no poetry, no art, no gardening. I have been looking after my house, looking after the cat, the chickens and me...and Dave when he lets me. 

But that question and thinking about the answer made me broaden my contracted feelings into the bigger, broader picture.

Love is the answer. Love is what gets me up in the morning.

You see, I love living here. I live in one of the most beautiful parts of the country. I wake up every morning and there's a surprise waiting for me, if I'm observant enough to look. Yesterday, I woke up to two magpies arguing over breakfast outside my bedroom window. Today, I woke up to Rummy purring. I'd overslept and he thought he'd try the subtle route to get to his breakfast. Before I open my eyes, I become aware of Jenga crowing. 

I put my onesie on, my Uggs and the pleasure I get from starting the grinder, putting on the kettle for my coffee and going out to let the chickens out....it's hard to describe. I drink my coffee and catch up on Facebook. I get to catch up with people all across the world! We gossip and moan and put the world to rights.

I laugh every day.

Sometimes it's a chuckle, sometimes it's a big belly laugh. 

My velociraptors and Rummy make me laugh so much. 

Z is nearby and she keeps an eye on me. Her cat Eloise, likes to come visit. She has her own place to eat in my kitchen. She and Rummy are like brother and sister, the sort that like to play rough and tumble. When Z goes visiting, I get to look after her tortoises and flock of bantams. 

I'm thinking of the coming growing season. I'm thinking of tomatoes, onions, potatoes, leeks and cauliflowers. Do I want to grow squash again? What about peppers? And of course, will I have time to tend them? 

My Boy is on the other end of the phone. We don't have a dedicated time to talk. Somehow, he always makes me laugh. He's finishing off his degree with determination and grit. I'm not worried for him. He's playing with plans for after university. The only thing I've told him, is that whatever he choses to do, it must be fun. It must excite him.

I also have tentative plans for myself. I have a novel to finish, poetry to write, paintings to bring into this reality. I also want more learning. I want to become a Core Process Psychotherapist. How I manage that, I still haven't figured out. When the time is right, I will. 

Life is hard right now. Not "challenging" or "interesting" or whatever else euphemisms get to be used. It's really hard. But it's also good. 

21 comments:

  1. Oh, what a question. Truthfully, I get up in the morning because the alternative doesn't bear thinking about. But mostly, I just set myself to autopilot then I don't have to think. Well, not until I've had my first coffee! I think I need a wake up like yours!

    P.S. Uggs? MJ will have a fit!

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    1. Would your coven care for some bantams? We have some going spare. You too could have adventures with velociraptors. Put it this way, living on automatic will going out the window!

      P.S. They are comfy, furry booties and they keep my feet warm. They aren't crocs. So hush.

      And if you blab, I know where to come looking mister.

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    2. Don't you threaten me with bantams/velociraptors!
      As long as I don't wake up to a garden full of them, I'll keep your shameful Ugg secret.

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  2. Good for you, darling, for getting into your onesie and uggs and tending to things that need tending. Because the things and ones around us that we care about, that give meaning to our lives, are the things/ones that are the reason why we get up in the morning. Because we care about them. Because we love them. It really IS love that makes the world go round. Love and hugs to you, Roses. Massive love and hugs. xoxoxo

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    1. Exactly that darling. Exactly that.

      Massive love and hugs to you also.

      xxxxxxxxxx

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  3. I don't have trouble with mornings.The flatulent sparrow is a lazy-bones in comparison!But before anything is done, I must brew some coffee.Even the cats know that jellimeat does not happen til the coffee pot is on the hob.

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    1. Coffee keeps your world turning, eh?
      xx

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  4. "What gets you up in the morning?"

    Most often one or both cats. Sometimes they let me sleep in; other times noise and/or ripping around the room puts an end to that.

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    1. Cats are the ultimate in alarm clock. My cat saved my bacon by waking me up because I'd forgotten to set the damn thing.

      A cat yakking up a fur ball always gets me up like The Flash running.

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  5. I like your reason for getting up in the morning. For me, sometimes it's because I've things to do; other times, it's because I've made plans for fun things to do. Sometimes, it's because I'm hungry or just can't sleep anymore. And rarely, but still important, is because I can still get up, & it's a lot better than not standing up at all...& because every day is another chance to live, & I so want to live fully, happily, & be with the people I love & cherish, & enjoy the wonders of life.

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    1. Exactly that my friend. Exactly that.
      xx

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  6. Anonymous9:26 am

    The prospect of a good cup of coffee & I like to drive. Otherwise I'd stay in bed and sleep until I awake by meself.

    I hope your "onesie" does come with plushy ears ?

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    1. Both excellent reasons to get up.

      No, my onesie does not come with plushy ears. That would be a step too far.

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  7. the sun gets me up everysinglemorning if i forget my sleep mask. LOL but seriously, it's the sound of the coffee grinder and then the smell of fresh brew. when i'm alone, it's the lack of those things. big hugs, darling! xoxoxoxo

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    1. Big hugs to you darling.

      Enjoy your coffee lovely.
      xx

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  8. Curiosity!! I thought about this question and that was the genuine answer. I want to know what's going on.
    I must try this onesie malarkey... I'd like one with a tail.
    Sx

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    1. Anonymous10:53 am

      ... and plushy ears, perhaps ?

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    2. Ms Scarlet. Curiosity is one of the best reasons!

      Herr Mago, what is it about you and plushy ears?

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  9. I was looking through the box of seeds left from last year and I still have enough of most things. I went and bought some squash, sweetcorn and something else, can't remember, to make up the rest.

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