Its 0649. I'm sat on the one sofa in the house that looks out of a window. There is not much of a view to speak of- an empty house, the road.. the big bird poo splash on the window (always happens in between the window cleaner cleaning and when he turns up to be paid).
I have a light on (come on jet stream do your thing).
I have an open book by my side and an empty coffee cup on the floor.
I'm sat in a big old woollen cardigan that makes me feel both warm and a little like Grace out of Waking the Dead.
I'm contemplating the day ahead- meeting in school this morning, I'm gearing up to be forceful in defence of some other people. Then its an Olympics meeting.. not with LOGOC but with local youth workers, then its all about the end of year event for our youth project. The day finishes with a celebration of the a new role for a friend.
Its quiet. I enjoy the quiet.
These are the moments for me which set me up, where with food and drink for body, mind and mystery I am nourished for the day ahead.
Life is good.