Good morning, spring and birds and the cool breeze on bare feet. Good morning, Sunday and my porch, strong coffee in an antique cup. Good morning, books and watercolor paint to keep me rooted here until the yard work can no longer be hushed.

It was my first Sunday morning of the year on my porch. Dishes in the sink. A bed unmade. The filling of a destroyed dog toy scattered all over the first floor. The yoga garden in need of raking and sweeping and seeding. But life is short. First warm Sundays on my porch come but once a year. This glorious March morning light is fleeting. Sunshine and reading and art were calling, and I listened.

Six months ago I would have done my chores first and then rewarded myself with porch time, missing the morning light and quiet. But my yoga study has made me wise. I now tend first to my heart and then to tasks that can wait. Three and a half hours later, my spirit nurtured, I will turn my attention to my to-do list with ease and mindfulness.

Breathe the soothing fresh spring air, good folks. Listen to the birds. Take notice of all that is budding. Read on a porch. Paint by a window. It’s a time of rebirth for our earth, and it could be a rebirth for you, too, if you welcome it at the door.

Namaste.

P.S. the final pic is Ruby, my squirrel friend, who ate her morning peanuts right at my feet, while I enjoyed my coffee.