Thursday, November 12

Good morning milkmaid braid

Today, I write from a corner in the house where instruments wait to make music and books of pressed flowers wait to be gazed upon. I look around to see an autoharp surrounded by random papers of white and a coffee cup filling the air with good morning tidings. It's almost as if the world is saying "No matter how bad the day gets, you had your morning air and it was beautiful."

I need my mornings to be like this: Quiet like the falling of snow on a hillside, slow like maple syrup dripping onto a stack of pancakes, and gentle like the hour after you were born when your mother holds onto you and believes she is holding the world. As the day goes on, I prefer to have my moments sparked like the beginning of love. I want to listen to music that compels me to cry or stomp. I want to read stories that give rise to that feeling of wonder. I want to run, speak, and dine on the fruits of adventure as if the day will never come to an end. I want to feel like I am doing something lively and important with these daylight hours, even if I'm only naked and dancing at home while my favorite record sings through the floorboards. Never underestimate the beauty of naked you, dancing to a song you love.

As soon as the moon climbs over the hills, I return to my longing for a quiet, slow, and gentle life. I put on my comfiest sweater and wool socks. I wash my face with warm water. I look around to see the autoharp has only moved an inch and the coffee in the cup has left with morning. If I was out, I am home again. If I was home, I see it all differently now. It's almost as if the world is saying "No matter how bad the day was, you have your evening light and it will be beautiful."

 outfit details: Cult of Hope skirt, Blung key necklace

 What is your favorite time of day? How do you spend your mornings differently than you spend the other hours?

12 comments:

  1. Always enjoy your post! Beautiful hair <3

    Big Dreamer

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  2. Morning is my favorite time of day. You couldn't have described it any better.

    Amy, reading your posts always makes me so happy. I love the way you write.

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  3. This really gets to me. first off, the flannel with the flowered skirt, what a wonderful thing that is. and your words strike me so deeply, in that place where things are true and lovely and the real never changes, although many other things do.
    and you're getting snow! lucky lucky

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  4. I love these snowy photos and the mix of prints
    xo
    www.laurajaneatelier.com

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  5. I spend mornings walking around with my dogs and little girl. I love it and I need nature every morning.
    Great pictures!I love your blog!
    Kisses from Spain!



    http://www.missredcape.com/

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  6. For now, my mornings are hurried. I try so hard to wake up earlier to enjoy those sips of coffee at home, that first kiss of sunlight, but's hard when the cold air rattles my windows and I just want to stay under the sheets. But I'm working on it. I would like to wake up earlier and spend the chilly mornings sipping coffee with my dogs laying next to me. That's a beautiful morning.

    Also, I love your skirt. I am looking at that shop right now and am delighted to see all those beautiful finds. What a great store.

    aroseisinbloom.blogspot.com

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  8. I swear, you must be from a book I read once upon a cold, wintry day. You are so beautiful m'dear, and from your writing I can tell you're just as much so on the inside as on the outside. Thank you for commenting on my blog, for it lead me here. I have followed on Bloglovin'

    www.indigoritual.com

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  9. Oh, what a lovely post! Your photos and writing are always so calming to me ♥
    Amy xx

    Little Moon Dragon

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  10. Amy, I love this so much. I love you!

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  11. The plaid, floral and snow is just so perfect together, and your flowing dress pulls it all in nicely. What an atmospheric shot; it feels like you have the key to the secret garden in your hands... ❤

    xox,
    bonita of Lavender & Twill

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  12. I love the way you write.

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