The “Morning Table” in my home appears to be ordinary furniture. It is a small round table that sits on a lyre pedestal. The morning table is positioned by a window and holds things I need to write, books I am reading , a lamp and a coffee cup. I watch the light change at the morning table, while Cash and Christopher Robin sleep close by. I write what is laid on my heart at this little second-hand table. The morning table is like an old friend that knows your dreams and keeps your secrets.
I have had the habit of writing for a very long time. I have journals of letters written to each of my children as they were growing up-and with five children, that is a lot of writing. I can only write truth, I have learned-and I can only write what I find ” good”. In this way, I have ended up with a collection of little celebrations and records of things that I love. I find myself looking, at any given moment for things to add to my accounts-and I have found this a good practice. It seems we often find what we are looking for, I think, so it may as well be something pleasant.
I have learned to find great delight in kind words, sometimes spoken by strangers as well as the cheerful boasting of a mockingbird singing in June. I love the hushed sound of children playing in the snow-well, I just love snow altogether, it falls so seldom at the rabbit patch. I love the smell of woodsmoke in October. I love rain and Thanksgiving. I really love the Christmas season-even wrapping the presents. I love the sky at all times and I love poetry. I love a lot of things and I am always realising more beautiful things to love –out of habit.
The night was foggy when I went out tonight. I could see but a few stars. The night choir did not offer a song and the air had not the slightest motion. Now, I know there is a beauty in silent stillness. There was more life in those moments than I had expected and I will remember that too, as part of my collection.
Living on the rabbit patch has humbled me with its’ extraordinary simplicity. I do not have to live in a frantic state for I have seen the Hand of the artist, and It never rests or ceases in generosity. The “morning table” is the place I remember these things . It is from the “morning table” that I send my love letters out for the world-my account of things I find “good.”
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Love this…….I’d love to have a cup of tea and just talk at your “morning table.”
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awwh-Thank you-wouldn’t it be lovely! I like to think about nice things like that!
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there is a beauty in silent stillness. That is so true! I love to stand outside when the world is hushed and expectant. It just makes me eager to know what artist is going to do next. Love this post!
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thank you-I bet we do a lot of the same wonderful things!
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You are the author of beauty!
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How precious this comment is to me-thank you so much-made me tear up!
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I love your morning table, a place to review each moment of inspiration and save it in the memory bank where you can find all the treasures that truly matter! Beautifully written! 🙂
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thank you-and you are right-hence my fondness for a table!
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again brought calmness to my Monday.
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Your morning table sounds blissful, the perfect place for a cuppa and reflection. It’s made me want to make a place for me to start my day in such a lovely way! 😊
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It has been something else, that I never planned but the habit is very dear now-thank you!
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Another lovely post. 🙂
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Thank you! You are dependably encouraging!
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Right back atcha! ❤️
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Those letters written to your children must be so precious. What a beautiful thing to do.
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They are treasures to all of us! Thank you so much!
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Michelle, your thoughts just flow so beautifully into words and onto paper. I still have a beautiful letter you wrote to me years ago. I always so enjoyed talking to you.
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that is the sweetest thing! Thank you! I am glad you read my blog, too! It wa so good seeing you-you have always been so dear to me-it is a shame we ever lost contact , but am so thankful that’s over! Thank you!! I look forward to catching up! Thank you! so much
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You definitely so a dandy job of it. Your posts are always so sensory, with or without pictures. They make me want to jump on a plane and come see for myself. Not because I’d be checking up, but rather, checking out the Rabbit Patch. Compelling reads for sure!!!
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THANK YOU! What a sweet thing to say and you would be so welcome st the rabbit patch.Your kind words mean so much to me.
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How can I not love your ever-nostalgic dreamy ramblings about life? They are so nice. And what a great piece of china you have. I would love to have a corner like that..maybe to write down in an old fashioned-way my thoughts.
Thank you for the inspiration beautiful soul!
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you are too precious! thank you-it is funny how we really prefer a designated space to write-as if it sets the mood, it really does I suppose. Please write your memories-I would love them and your family would too.
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Hey there Michele… you inspired a post on my blog today where I talk about your morning table. The teacup on this pic looks like my grandmother’s Royal Albert pattern – not exactly the same but very close – I think hers were “Old Country Roses”. Cheers to you!
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Mike I was so happy to hear this. It touched me and even the teacup. I love the pattern your grandmother has. Thank you so much. What a nice thing to do!
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