I am a morning person. I like waking up. My better mornings are when I remember to prepare the coffee and set the delay brew the night before. But with or without the smell of coffee, I like the moments between waking and leaving the snugly comfort of my rest.
I think about those I love. I stretch my body and am glad to be in it. I let my mind wander and wonder. In that brief journey, my mind often goes to the recurring themes of my current pursuits: a life of enough, creative process, seasonal living.
I was rather startled last week when those thoughts brought me to two questions: what’s under my bed? and what possesses me? They are rattling a complacency in me. They persist in revisiting me. Today I looked under the bed, a place where I have historically stored textile projects with which I didn’t want to be concerned. I found at least two bins of fabric ready to be used. Surprise! My pursuit of a life of enough is changing my habits. There needs to be more new habits before I want to answer the second question. What possesses you?