June 25, 2013 by Angel Pricer
Mother moon is full and high in the early morning sky, though father sun casts his purple cloak to bid her peaceful slumber.
I rise early, the better to capture some rare moments to myself before the busy day ahead. Bare feet tread lightly upon the spots that moan less, yet old floor boards betray my arrival. The house is awake and two bleary eyed boys make their way into the breaking day. I kiss them, then join the morning concert of birdsong on the dew kissed deck, fresh coffee and journal in hand.
The best of both worlds awakens with each sip, a soulful sun and blank pages before me; mystical moon and a home full of loved ones behind me. And all is right with the world.