Ye have no time but this present time, therefore prize your time for your soul’s sake. – George Fox
May 16, 2014
Rising extra early, I took my coffee outside this morning, into the pre-dawn darkness, sitting on my front patio bathed in the light of a nearly-full moon, taking in the sounds as my community slowly came to life: roosters taking their job of greeting the day with “Rise and Shine!” a little too enthusiastically, seagull-like tero-tero birds cawing in the air, neighbors softly clucking to cattle and murmuring to each other in the darkness, the clang of a metal milk pail against a fence post, lights from a nearby community flickering like tiny bonfires across the prairie. Slowly we moved from the darkness of night to the light of a new day, so gradually one can’t pinpoint the actual moment, like that in-between time when you awake so leisurely from your dreams you’re unsure if you’re still asleep or half-awake. The heat from my cup and love of my community warmed my heart. I’m going to start more days like this.