It is the quiet moments between activities here at the Robinson home. The middle children have caught the bus and are headed for school. Bear is still sleeping. Our houseguest is not yet up, nor is Hubbs, who worked long into the night to complete a pressing work assignment.
It is a time, where I could do something productive: clean the kitchen, sweep the floors, carry out the recycling to the curb. There are any number of things that I could be doing. Instead, I am choosing to be mindful of the "gap between the spaces" and taking the moment to be still and just enjoy being. Just sitting here on my front porch and watching the daybreak. The sky, once streaked with pink is now a feathered blue with soft lemon light just above the trees. There is a crow making noise and some Canadian geese, native now, who honk by in flight. Mother and daughter walk past on their way to school. The cat comes out, curious as ever. There are sounds to creatures that I do not know how to match: is that a squirrel? Some odd bird?
The world is waking up, gently shaking off the evening with each passing moment.
And I will sit and breathe and know a few minutes of stillness; relaxing into this moment and not requiring of myself to even have thoughts.