morning wake up

“There are two ways of waking up in the morning.
One is to say, ‘Good morning, God,’
and the other is to say,
‘Good God, morning’!”

― Fulton J. Sheen

(a deer who uses my flowerbed as a mattress / Julie Cook / 2016)

I don’t know who was more surprised…
me or the deer.

Come each morning, as I roll out of bed,
I immediately head to the laundry room in order to grab the cats their food.
It never fails, as soon as my feet hit the floor, the cats make certain that I don’t do a single thing other than feed them.
It is as if they will immediately perish if I fail to fill their food bowls the nanosecond I’m up.

As I make my way to get the cat food, bypassing my sacred cup of coffee, the ritualistic trip to the loo,
I instinctively open the shutters, casting the welcomed morning light into what was my nightly shuttered world of darkness.

On this particular morning, as I routinely pull open the shutters…
imagine my surprise… when, what do I spy sitting directly outside the window… in my flower bed,
a deer who had obviously decided to bed down…on top of my daylilies no less!


The signs have been there for weeks.

Bushes and plants nipped down to the nubs.
Most of which have had to have been dug up and now replaced with “deer” resistant plants…..
while allowing other plants and bushes to simply fend for themselves…

I knew that the deer had been enjoying themselves in the middle of the night…
using my yard as a giant salad bowl…
but here before my bleary eyes was one of the nonplused culprits.
One who took her own sweet time readying herself for the day.

Eventually she and her baby fawn roused themselves from bed, as they made their way to the edge of the woods where they would no doubt spend the heat of the day, simply waiting to come back to feast at night in my yard….

As I’m off to Atlanta to take Dad for his pre-op before Friday’s surgery…

A happy Monday to deer and all…..

“Give praise to the Lord, proclaim his name;
make known among the nations what he has done,
and proclaim that his name is exalted.
Sing to the Lord, for he has done glorious things;
let this be known to all the world.
Shout aloud and sing for joy, people of Zion,
for great is the Holy One of Israel among you.”

Isaiah 12:4-6

“Don’t just do something, stand there…” says the Rabbit

I’m late!
I’m late!
For a very important date!
No time to say
“hello”, goodbye!
I’m late!
I’m late!!
I’m late!!!

No, no, no, no
I’m overdue!
I’m really in a stew!
No time to say “goodbye”, hello!
I’m late!
I’m late!!
I’m late!!!

As I made my way outside this morning in order to move some chairs onto the back deck, before I started mopping the house, I spy the most delightful image….



There was such a sense of contentment radiating from this little deer, as it bedded down in the warm sun, waiting on mom to finish breakfast. I felt tremendously privileged to be a solitary witness to this most wonderful interaction between a doe and her fawn. I too suddenly was overcome by a quieting sense of contentment–a most welcomed feeling of peace.

Our lives are lived at such frantic paces. We desperately fight to turn a single 24 hour period of time into at least a 30 hour day. I fear however 30 hours would never be enough. Dashing about, no time to eat, no time to see loved ones, no time to sleep…no time, no time…we’re late, we’re late, always for the proverbial important date.

We dash about like the poor frenzied White Rabbit in Lewis Carol’s classic Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland–making no sense in our rantings as we run from one appointment to the next….With Time always the silent enemy.

“What do you know about a frenetic pace Julie? Aren’t you some kind of retired educator? Isn’t your home the celebrated empty nest? What do you know about my busy life….?” I hear you…and I know sadly a great deal about spending a life on the go. I use to think, and rightly so, that my child spent more time in the car and at school than he ever spent at our home.

I was the “queen of squeeze”—squeezing precious seconds out of minutes, minutes out of hours, hours out of days….and the most pitiful of all, life out of me and my family—-my gut in knots, my nerves frayed, my stress high, my time filled and my life slipping silently away…for what you ask? I in turn ask you the same, “For what?”

Why do we live our lives sucking the life out of the clock? Why do we think we have to cram all of our minutes full with all the needless activities–our children are over scheduled, we, ourselves are over scheduled. Is the world a better place because we race around mindlessly from one meeting, class, activity, conference to another thinking, wrongly, that we are most important because we are most busy…..

I am grateful for the moments such as this morning. Time stops…or actually I stop, time continues rushing past I, however, gratefully stop. This single moment is frozen in time and I am frozen along with it…privy to a single moment of contented blessed peace.

I exhale. Had I been holding my breath? How long? How long have I been standing here, starring? Relishing. Seeing. Being….happy, content?

Don’t always be in such a hurry. Listen to the Rabbit–don’t just do something…stand there… to see, to breath, to live…..