Thursday, December 17, 2009

Reflections of an early morning

It was the sound of little feet which startled me awake this morning. Not the pitter patter of small children, not Victoria's paws on the wooden floor... but the itty bitty paws of a field mouse in between the walls of our bedroom. I have chills just thinking about it now. I woke my husband and asked if he heard that? He just muttered something about "such things are to be expected when you live in the country" and went back to sleep.

While the clock showed an hour before the alarm would ring, the continuing evidence of a critter in the room took away all need for sleep. I turned the light on as I grabbed the flannel housecoat and a pair of warm socks. Under normal circumstances I would leave the lights off to be polite to he who has no problem sleeping with creatures of field and forest in the house... but this time I wanted to make certain no unwanted visitor had made its' way further into the room.

Victoria met me with a surprised meow and followed me to the dining area where I plugged the tree into the socket... in the dark... which took a little guess work. Making my way to the kitchen, I turned on the coffee pot and went over to talk to the lump under the covers on the family room sofa... suggesting he move into his room if he wanted to sleep another hour.

At first he looked at me as if wondering where he was and who is this person disturbing his sleep. (He arrived home early this morning after studying for finals and collapsed on the sofa... which is his normal habit when he also needs to be awakened early... but not this early.)

I ended up being thankful (kinda') to the little creature who had caused me to awake so early in the morning. The only lights in the house were those of the Christmas tree and the floor lamp bringing light to read over my right shoulder. I finished the last two or three chapters of What the Land Already Knows and felt a kinship to the author as she described life in the country during Advent. She would recognize the sound of itty bitty paws...

Her words brought peace and joy to my heart, reminding me much of my favorite poet-farmer's wife-blogger, Ann. Once again, I thank my Creator for the gift of words and for fellow sojourners with poet's hearts... and skills.

I found myself staring at the lights of the tree, their reflections on cranberry red bulbs and hurricane glass and silver teapots... thinking and pondering as the first light of a new morning could be caught through the lace curtains... a forest of stark tree trunks and branches silhouetted against the sunrise.

Beauty... the human soul needs beauty to live as much as the body requires oxygen. There are seasons of life when beauty surrounds us as if we live in Eden and the world is a blooming garden of wonders.

However, in the winter seasons of our lives... we must at times look for Beauty for that is where we find His voice speaking... gifts from friends who were thinking of us... the early morning lights of the tree... the muted sunrise of another day... warm country houses... soft and lovely kitties... elegant and whimsical Christmas decorations... and yes, sons who arrive safely home in the middle of a winter's night and fall asleep on sofas. :)

Life is good.

Picture: one of the Ducks Unlimited posters; allposters.com

7 comments:

Beth said...

What a nice post! Thank you for YOUR gift of words!

Marge said...

I, too, love your gift of words! The Lord has surely blessed you with this talent.

I will take this opportunity to wish you a happy and blessed Christmas. And all the best wishes for 2010.

Marge

Suze said...

Perhaps you can take comfort in the fact that you are giving warmth to a little field creature? I know, I know - as long as he doesn't come ALL the way in, though. Must be there is a little crack outside somewhere and he squeezed in there and said, "Ahhhhhhhh - this feels SO much better!!"

Anonymous said...

Our dog once dug the living room carpet down to the floor underneath. We figured out that she must have heard mice between that floor and the basement ceiling. So we laid some little "treats" as close to that area as we could...and pretty soon all was quiet once again!! Could not blame the dog for trying...but of course, when we sold that house we had to put in a new carpet!! With your kitty about, maybe eventually she will "cure" those sounds.

It is nice to get up and read quietly while the house is asleep...or work on any quiet project for that matter!!
Blessings, Elizabeth

Anonymous said...

What a beautiful post!!! What descriptive words!!! Very few people could have made this story about a mouse in the early morning so beautiful. Has God ever put it in your heart to write a book?

Anonymous said...

Thank you for directing me to Ann's postings. She always inspires me to be more holy. Everything about her site is beautiful, words, pictures, music. Her's is the only other place I visit every day besides yours.

Friend Debra

Ms. PJ Geek said...

A cozy post as usual. I read that book last Christmas after reading about it here on your blog. It brought back memories I'd forgotten about picking and shelling pecans at my grandmother's house in the country. My focus right now is to find peace in my life.