Every morning my first words are, Alexa what’s the time… depending on her answer. I get up and move or ease back into my pillow and shut my eyes and drift a while….  once I know, my body tells me, its time to move, it’s up and the ritual of rising for an ole woman begins…

Bathroom, face washed, clothes for the day, my comfy clothes, on and I make the bed and gather phone, cup, watch and on to the kitchen…

Protein coffee time, make the shake of life! Let the dogs out and ease into the queen chair to watch my world outside come to life… as I attempt the same. After coffee, it’s out and walkabout the acres for me, tending to plants, and doing chores as needed. After that I let things just come as they will, work days I work, non-work days I piddle at things… whatever I feel like. I journal nightly, have devotional time for my soul, and spend time daydreaming often. At night I pray and read… 

As I’m writing this morning here, I’m watching my red birds come and go, I hear a frog in the plant outside my door croak, and I am watching the breeze drift through the moss-draped oaks outside… and breathing… just breathing… in the background, my Zen Playlist is playing. It is a good day to be alive.