Waking up.

I rise this morning a 7:45 a.m., the sun is up.

A series of images came into my awareness just before waking: a tree with expansive and far-reaching branches, a wide river, streaks of clouds in a blue sky. Sounds emerged, too: a deep bass sound and the calls of Raven and Chickadee. The colour yellow came. The colour Red showed up.

I miss being outside each day for hours. I miss sleeping in a tent. I miss the sound of waterfalls or a creek churning nearby.

For now, I have work to do in other ways. Soon, I’ll find a balance again. Until then, I’ll visit earth and sky and water in my dreams.