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01 October 2012
A Good Morning.
It was 57 degrees this morning before dawn. Had a light, but long
sleeve, shirt on for the first time since the short Texas Spring. As usual, I start work
at 5:30, but have twenty minutes of nothing to do but wait at about
six-- my favorite time of the day.
All is quiet, and I sit cross-legged
under a street light and a tree at the rear of our parking lot,
and look up at the stars-- sometimes with coffee, and sometime with a
cigar-- this morning it was both. It is one of my "special places" and I go there for a reason every morning.
Orion was high in the East,
Jupiter higher above his head, and the nearly full Moon to the West and, as always, I begin the Daily Office of Morning Prayer-- with only
birds and perhaps a few angels near enough to hear. An order of Sisters
live in a Chapter House on the other side of the fence and I often
wonder if they are praying the same... the unknown Spiritual
Community... and the unseen one...
And the birds, when I return
to that parking lot at about seven fifteen-- now it was my turn to
listen to their morning praise. Several mockingbirds, quite a few
grackles and two dove make up "the regulars" and they flutter about and we all listen
to two Mockingbirds sing all our songs into one.