Isn't funny how sometimes growing up we hated to do certain things? I hated eating veggies!! I would try to nobly stand up against the vegetable tyranny my family used to impose on me as a child with various tactics: the waiting game, public displays of vomiting, you name it and I did it. I always hated waking up hearing my mom making a commotion in the kitchen getting breakfast ready for the whole tribe. Our mornings at my house were inevitably interrupted with plates being moved, the shuffle of my mom in her slippers and the infamous espresso machine among others. You would think my mom was a sadist waking us up all so early with this carnival of noises; I know I did, but oh how times change.
Fast forward a few too many years and I do the same thing now. Right now, I already started my typical thursday tradition: wake up, light some incense, play some music and hear the coffee percolator grind away at the soon to be caffeine on tap. Before I always hated being awoken by all of that noise, but now it's I who does it all, and you know what? I don't see that changing anytime soon. Apparently, the domestic musical soundtrack has been passed down to me; from one generation to another, some traditions are just best kept alive, even if done so with a more calmer and meditative twist.
Last night I went to bed dreaming about a distant dream... I envisioned myself in an old historic home, or perhaps a bungalow of sorts, with so many windows in it that no matter what hour of the day it was, it was always full of some kind of natural light. A small town where I could walk around and be at peace with a simple life, just being happy knowing that life was great. Don't get me wrong, I like my life; I just hope to one day have that simple life I crave. I struggle with what I want though at times when it comes to living somewhere; sometimes I feel like I can live without the hustle and bustle of the city, but at other times, there's nothing better than a peaceful night with the crickets singing and the stars covering you like a baby in a blanket.
I've had Oregon on my mind lately. Granted I've never been there, but the idea of visiting that state excites me so much. All my friends and even people who barely know me have told me how much I would just jive with the energy of a state like that. If I had to stay in the states, I could most likely see myself living in either the New England region, or perhaps Portland or Seattle; and if those spots don't work, there's always Canada. I've just been told that both those areas have such a simpler way of living and just have a different set of values when it comes to life.
Nowadays we're always all in a rush to be somewhere. The alarm goes off and BAM! jump in the shower, grab a quick breakfast if any, and run out the door for dear life to get to work. We never wake up, take a deep breath and just let ourselves soak into life; instead it's always a crash course into reality. Why do we do that to ourselves?!?!?! I'll be the first to admit, sometimes I look at Panda and Lily as some of the worlds biggest hindrances. Lily will wake me up in the middle of the night demanding attention and just her dead weight alone is enough to wake me up when I want to roll over and I have her furry butt to kick out of the way. And Panda, always laid back, but I'll be damned if he's not loud about his intentions. Yet at the end of the day, my life wouldn't be the same without them. They're family to me and hopefully, I to them; we have our days where we want nothing to do with each other, and then there are days I'll spend petting them both and talking to them about my life. On my typical day, I wake up two hours before work and just naturally let myself wake up. At first I hated it!!! Who would want to wake up so early just to have to go to work?? But with those two hours, I walk Panda and see the city at a time when so few see it, have a small breakfast and at times, watch the sunrise with some music in the background. This summer I haven't been able to do much of that due to circumstances, and I guess that's why today I'm cherishing it. It's totally true that saying, "you'll miss things when they're gone."
I haven't had a morning like this in a good minute. But this morning I woke up, the sun rise filling my place and Lily up and at em, purring away to greet me. Panda, curled up in his usual morning place, next to my front door greeted me with his tail. Shortly after, the room was filled with music, incense and the smell of coffee being made. It's those same noises that haunted me as a kid awakening me at the wee hours of the morning that I cherish now. Wow, can the irony be any louder?
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