Daily Blog :: Get Up
What gets me out of bed in the morning is coffee.
Coffee and sarcasm.
What gets me out of bed in the morning is the sound of water boiling and black oily beans being ground into fine powder. The smell of cinnamon, cloves, and nutmeg sprinkled over the strong scent of ground coffee. The heat from the steam as it makes it's way across the room to give me the courage to roll over. The clinking of ceramic mugs and the pouring of liquid life into those same cups.
What gets me out of bed in the morning is the sunshine, warm and bright through the window. The sound of waves crashing on a beach, the salt of the ocean calling my name. And oh, it calls. Birds chirping or singing a sweet tune I could never hope to replicate. Animals rising to meet the day or bidding the night farewell.
What gets me out of bed in the morning is the desire to meet the day on my mat. To press my hands together and allow my mind to clear. The feeling of muscles lengthening and contracting. Relaxing and strengthening. The smell of cork blocks and cotton clothing. Rose essential oil sprinkled liberally.
What gets me out of bed in the morning is the sound of the pen on paper. Fluidly, flawlessly making it's way across a page, down another line, over another page. Thoughts pouring out onto paper in no specific order and for no specific reason. The release of the soul through ink for both life and death simultaneously.
What gets me out of bed in the morning is Marko. Reaching over to touch my shoulder, my hair. Calling me away from my oh-so-troublesome dreams. The safeness of him pulling me back into the real world, back into the day. The steadiness of him drawing a circle of stability around my wildness, not holding me back, but allowing me freedom.
What gets me out of bed in the morning is Rory and Jinora. Climbing over me awkwardly in the dark in order to snuggle up as close as they can possibly get. Their tiny sweaty hands reaching out for hugs, their sticky noses pressing in close as if they are trying to breathe me in. Rolling over and sighing incessantly until I wake up and address them and their needs.
What gets me out of bed in the morning is the pressing desire for today to be an adventure. For the overwhelming need to experience everything this one life has to offer. To laugh and love and experience joy in all its many forms. The subtle thrill of never knowing what will be, what the day will bring or offer, what decisions will be made, what lack of control will come. The great adventure of never knowing.
What gets me out of bed in the morning is a world that is both stunningly beautiful and painful severe. With bright colors, but sharp edges. With lovely lines, but hard corners. With unimaginable splendor and incomprehensible horror. This magical, terrible, fantastic, awful, wonderful life.