Waking up

by · October 23, 2019

I am grateful because.. I love mornings.

When my sister and I were young, my mother would come into the room we shared and with mischievous joy, Mom would sing the following verse as she opened the curtains in the room. 

(silly emphasis on the words: *birdies and *party)

Wakey, wakey, rise and shine!
The *birdies are having a *party!

I can still hear her voice. I’m convinced she sang this little song off-key, on purpose. It’s quite funny, actually; and to me, and maybe to my sister too, very endearing to remember. 

In spite of my mother’s sing-song wake up calls (or maybe because of them), I have always loved mornings. I would be so happy to wake up and get up, excited to see what the day would bring. I wouldn’t mind how I was feeling. I was so excited and happy to just… be… awake! Alive! Up! A new day! Yay!

And these days, I tap into that feeling as I remember my childhood, memories of my mother, and her cute little song. 

I love getting up early, to have quiet time before getting busy, leisurely doing what I want which these days is writing in my journal or writing an email to a friend. Or both.

I love getting up early in the morning to look out the window at the first golden light reflecting against the indigo sky. Sleepily throwing a sweater over my shoulders, making my way in my flip-flops to the kitchen, enacting my water and coffee-making ritual of filling the kettle and drinking glass, re-filling the water jug and making a cup of coffee from special beans. 

Mornings.

My mobile alarms are set to buzz at 7, 8 and 10am. I can’t remember why I set them up that way, but I’m used to it now. I’m happy when I’m up before the first or second buzz. And my 10am buzz tells me that it’s time to finish with my journal entry, or time to get things started… or on those rare occasions, if I happened to sleep in that day, the 10am buzz says get up! It’s really, really, really late!

❤️

Image: This is me in my jammies prepping my right forearm for a tattoo. I’m not sure what it will be. Definitely something meaningful. I’ll keep you posted.

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MY WISH

Holding space for grief, heart wide open
mending brokenness with words, colour, texture
inspired in the twilight of our days on this land
not ours.
Welling up with gratitude and despair both
hope is but a glimmer, yet joy is trembling
bursting forth
as the birds sing and flowers blossom
may we take pleasure as we mourn.

Welcome

These days, we are making sense of things after climbing out of a deep sleep, post-pandemic.

Our bodies feel anxious about the rise of fascism and evidence of roiling climate crises at every turn.. and so, as we increase our conscious awareness, it’s important to increase connection, each in our own local communities and become fluent with our channels for mutual aid.

Attempting to maintain control through all this uncertainty is a normal response, though it’s likely to feel triggered and confused.. do relax and feel into whatever comes up, and know it is normal in urgent times like these.. reach out to loved ones, let them know they can count on you, and allow them to be there for you, too……

I’m over here in Vancouver Canada, picking up the pieces of my shattered life. I find it helpful to use writing (journaling) and making things, listening to the land and feeling into my ancestors and reclamation as therapy to work through (and hopefully beyond) post-concussion symptoms.

Thank you for visiting.

As always, I would love to hear from you.. the usual channels, or by email at hitrish @ gmail .com  ❤️ 

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