Good Morning to you, too, Mr. Sun.
And Good Morning to me.
This morning I had an hour before the first babe woke up.
(Did I mention yesterday in my rather dismal post that my children have been getting up about five minutes after I do? And that we go to bed at the same time? For about four or five days, now.)
I put it to use.
While sitting at the kitchen table I noticed the full moon shining on me.
So I went out to say good morning. (And to maybe beg a little of her power.)
While I was doing that, I was thinking of how best to spend my time, however much I was given.
Which meant first, shower.
A dousing of purification oil couldn't hurt.
Which I was out of, so I got to enjoy a few minutes of machinations.
Mmmmm. Always love that. Something so fine to me about mixing oils together.
I dashed into the shower (aaaaaaaah).
Downstairs for that dousing that I mentioned.
The sun must be starting to rise by now.... outside to greet him.
Okay, almost finished.... all that is needed is a talisman... something to carry with me today to remind me of my intentions....
Just as I finished that up I hear little feet walking overhead.....
"Good Morning, Baby."
"I'n hun-gree.""You are, hmm? Scrambled eggs?"