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The Daily Mantra ~ Vital

I woke up in bed.  Good place to be.  I last remembered going to bed and that was my final memory before falling asleep.  It's usually a good omen for an auspicious day when memories and reality synchronize.

I was alone.  I looked around for the cats.  My wife was dressing and making her dish for her sustanability group's monthly breakfast meeting. Sunlight was coming through the window. 

6:45.

Work thoughts went through me.  Many tasks left undone needed completion.  But today I was off.  They needed to wait until Monday.  Refusing to yield, work continued its march through my mind.  I resisted.  I understood how this works – it was a weekday and it’s not a holiday ergo I’m expected at work – but I took off today for a “me” day so I could write and recharge my batteries.  After thinking that, I planned an overnight trip up the road, surprising my wife.  I suspected her batteries also needed recharged.   We would leave around noon.

Getting up, I went through AM routines, including meditating.  The Feline Three organized a vigil over my activities.  Meditating, I realized how vital I felt today.  My energy tank was briming over as were the auxiliary optimism and enthusiasm tanks.  All systems are go!  I looked for ways to maintain and stretch that vitality, carry it forward through the day and into the future. 

After meditating, I flipped my mind over to expose the writing side, where I found a deadly still town.   Dressing, eating, reading the paper, I roused the muses with gentle probes.  They emerged, bleary eyed and groggy, hangover victims.  I hadn’t been drinking so I wondered what they’d been doing.  I fed the cats and headed out for the Beanery, striding through a cool, cloudy day.  The muses finally joined me on my walk.

The writing day began.

 

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