A Good Day for Writing

Good Monday morning! I was wide awake extra early, time for curling in the porch chair, reading, journalling, and a second cup of tea, praise God! I heard the sweet patter of light rain on the roof when I awoke. It is so dark still, and the computer screen shining in my eyes, that all I can see beyond the porch is the pole lamp on the driveway and sparkles on the leaves. Crickets are giving a low hum, otherwise so very quiet. Oh, a rainy day! A very good day for writing, or any art. I know I’m not alone in this reaction to a rainy day.

I read a sentence this morning: “He considered his own needs.” Well, there’s a thought. I have observed that taking care of our own needs does help others. It seems to take some time, figuring out my needs. I’ll give it some thought today, see what I come up with. Everyday is an experiment in this life. I do believe that I’m ready to realize that reading and writing must be at the top of my list. The clue to a vital need is when one tends to snarl when denied a certain thing.

Just realized I’m not dressed, and soon my little one will arrive, so I’d better get going. I leave you with this quote:

Tell, they’re Southern people, and if they know you are working at home they think nothing of walking right in for coffee. But they wouldn’t dream of interrupting you at golf. ~ Harper Lee