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Everyday Divinity

DSCF9031I come downstairs as the sky is just waking, as she is rolling over to shed her heavy black blanket of night, shaking off stars, revealing a bright blue lining. It’s that time before the sun breaches the horizon on its journey to hang a lamp high above us, like a gatekeeper from a Dickens novel, illuminating the way, beckoning us to follow him out into the day. 

But the gatekeeper with his lantern has not yet begun his assent. The sky is still blanketed in a deep blue glow as I make my way to my office on the front porch. I stop to open the door of the parakeet’s cage as I pass it in the dining room.  She is still sleeping, her head turned and tucked into her white, downy shoulder. I speak to her in that way we do with our beloved animals, with unguarded ease. “Good morning Poe. Come on out and stretch those wings, baby.” I whisper softly as I raise the cage door and leave her to find her way out, in her own time.

I sit down at my desk in the front room to write and hear the familiar ring of a tiny bell signaling Poe has climbed out the little door and up to the top of the cage where her toys are. There is a quiet, soft chirping that escalates to singing as the light on the horizon becomes brighter and brighter through the east-facing windows of the dining room.


Miss Poe.

Soon I hear the flutter of wings and I know she is flying; round and round and round the dining room before she heads through the porch door to find me, landing expertly on the arm of the reading glasses I’m wearing, just next to the hinge. She bends her head over the front of the lens and starts tap, tap tapping on the glass. I can feel the warmth of her chest against my forehead, the manic beating of her little heart from flight. She is squawking at first, scolding me. For what, I’m not sure, So I ask her. As I begin to talk to her she settles in against my skin, cooing as she grooms my eyebrow with her tiny pink tongue.


Finally she pauses from this earnest work of hers as my stylist and rests her beak against my head. She sits there for a moment, almost like she is laying a tender kiss on my forehead before she is off once again on her morning flight. Round and round and round the inner rooms I hear her wings beating, her feathers rustling through the air and then suddenly stopping as she lands somewhere. A voice from the kitchen says, “Well good morning Poe,” speaking to her in that way we do with our beloved animals, with unguarded ease.

One by one, my sleeping family begins to wake, following that beckoning gatekeeper of light into this beautiful day. This is it. This simple bliss. Divinity in the everyday. What does yours look like? Notice. Wake up aware that it is there and it will always reveal itself to you–this divinity in the everyday, every day.

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The author and Poe.This is it. This simple bliss. This is my divinity in the everyday.

Mammaste~Be Divine

3 Comments Post a comment
  1. Thanks for sharing a peek into you and your Poe.

    Here we are watching an amaryllis grow. It grew 4 inches yesterday. I can tell it’s been growing while I’ve been off doing something else when it leans. I turn it away from the sun and hope it straightens. It has so far.

    It’s so alive In the middle of winter and not sluggishly alive, but full of that new life enthusiasm—the green twigs of spring, a new puppy. It fills me with that same enthusiasm.

    January 25, 2015
  2. Debbie #

    We allow much business into our lives and those early hours of the morning are my gentlest as well. When I pulled the curtains of my bedroom window open this morning I felt my cat rubbing against my legs. I scooped him up so he could see out the window with me and we stood there snuggling and watching the world begin to wake up. Just like you, I made myself pause for a minute and appreciate that this moment, right now, this is IT.

    January 25, 2015
  3. Mary Welch #

    Lori Anne, Your descriptions of the everyday Divine are exquisite! This was one of the most beautiful essays I have ever read! THANK YOU for touching me with your Divine wisdom and energy … again! Namaste!

    March 25, 2015

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