morning practice

joy comes with the morning

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lauds

Open my eyes and I shall fix my gaze 

on the wonders of your law

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Open my lips, O Lord 

and my mouth shall declare your praise

To everything there is a season

and a time for every purpose under heaven

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My planner is before me at my desk.

I map out my day

as I sip my tea.

I begin my day with devotions.

With mindfulness I do my morning chores.

I water the plants, feed the cat, do each day's housekeeping.

Each day has an pattern of its own,

a chore, a scent, a colour, a food to prepare and eat.

Monday: clean bedroom, make soup

Tuesday: clean kitchen, make a casserole

Wednesday: clean bathroom, make seafood or a veggie dish

Thursday: clean living room, make something in the crockpot

Friday, catch up, make seafood or veggies

Saturday: vacuum, market, laundry, leftovers or date nigth

Sunday: rest

I light a candle for the day.

Morning sunlight fills our home, 

it fills the fields across the way,

it glistens on the mighty Atlantic,

it glistens on the tea in my cup.

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let the heavens be glad, 

and let the earth rejoice;

let the sea roar, and all that fills it;

let the field exult, and everything in it!

Then shall all the trees of the forest 

sing for joy before the Lord

I shower, and dress, I brush my teeth.

I make our bed and pick up errant clothing.

I put my breakfast dishes in the sink

and sweep the crumbs off the soapstone table.

I gather the things I will need for the day.

I blow a kiss to the cat

as I close the door.

 

Terce will find me at work

 well into my day of teaching toddlers...

laughter and tears and hugging,

 sweet little eyes that look to me 

to help them find the way.

for you shall go out in joy

and be led forth in peace;

the mountains and the hills

before you shall break forth into singing,

and all of the trees of the field shall clap their hands.

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