In Appreciation…….. of the simple pleasures of life…
Zeena Singh For Eastern Mirror Sunday
I believe that life has so much to give if only we cared to give a little thought to the most minuscule of joys (which we’d find so much of) only if we’d stop looking at the looming discomforts and discontents.
So here I am, to share with you the simplest joys in my life as I have experienced some time in my life and those that I take as I face each day, at a time.
Enchantment of a Morning
I believe I possess the long variant of a gene, the “Period 3”, which, in layman terms say that I am a ‘Morning Person.
Not always does the morning find me with a burst of inexplicable get-up-and-go oomph but it undeniably persuades nimble agility to my feet, buoyancy in the heart, and new crisp clarity in the mind.
It is Joy ineffable when I meet daybreak. My senses awaken to its very captivating appeal. Its cool freshness softly unfurls and quietly spreads, as the night magically strips away the day’s stale deposit.
The mist lifts its veil off the top of the mountain, with it a hopeful newness springs in like the unwrapping of a pristine cheerful mystery.With a hint of a glimmer the first flicker of light slinks in, creeping on stealthy tip toe, unable to conceal its telltale smidgens sketched in the horizon and splashed across the firmament, intense blushes heralding the first light.
Urban or rural, the surroundings notwithstanding, the sun’s silent rays, reach out waking the whole world with a gentle prompting beckoning us to another day.
In soaking up the silence, appreciating the cool calm, one doesn’t mind losing a tad to the exclusive select sounds of a waking world. …. the tinkle of a newspaper delivery bell or the thump of it at your doorstep, the hushed and rustled swish of the broom, the clang of milk bottles and squeak of the bread man’s cart.
Nature joins in to cheer… flowers lift their faces to the warmth of the Sun, birds twitter their merriest best. A breeze wafts through the waves of warmth.
Transformation is away fractions too soon.
Hence I cling to this indulgence – this dreamlike indulgence of an event of the creative glory of God called Morning.
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