Morning is such a peaceful time of the day; it’s the beginning of a whole world of opportunities. Ok, I know how cliché that is, but it is true. If you stop and really take the time to observe the fresh day you can find deep wells of peace and serenity. If you allow it, the chaos and clutter of the previous day can be washed away with the dreams of the night before and a state of clearing of the mind and hope for what the day will bring.It brought to mind “Morning Has Broken.”
As Sung by Cat Stevens
lyrics by Eleanor Farjeon
Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for the springing fresh from the word
Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from heaven
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where his feet pass
Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God's recreation of the new day
Last evening I was in a tense mood, I had more on my agenda that didn’t get done and on top of that, my teenager decided to be obstinate. He’s in trouble and for some reason he thinks he can still create his own agenda. Then, after the threat of a local thunderstorm (figuratively and literally) this morning was relatively cool and is promising a mild day.
This piece is painted plein air directly from my new Echinacea plants. It is a little looser then my previous pieces and I am pleased with this new direction. My potted plants are showing the toll of the warm up from the last few days and I am pleased that a few blooms remain. There are also new buds which are persevering to break open and to despite the July heat. Perhaps a lesson can be learned from these blooms to remember that no matter what the weather life goes on and each morning can be an opportunity to start anew.
No comments:
Post a Comment