Good Morning Sunrise: Audioversion First Nowism
With a perfect cameo of an interconnected moment at the ending, couldn’t have written it better
It’s Sunday, January 29th, two thousand and twenty-three, the year of peace.
::seagulls sing::
I’m sitting on the shores of my lake, the lake I grew up on. Surrounded on the edges of the lake, are all of my tree beings. And two seagulls fly overhead.
The sky is light blue and light pink, light orange, the pastels of this Sunday day.
::seagulls sing, coat is ruffling::
I’m writing this Nowism as a voice memo. ::laughs:: I don’t know how this will go, or if I’ll even turn it into the written word.
The water is like a mirror.
As above so below.
A person walks by, looks at me with her Patriots hat. Because I do live in New England after all, and she’s probably thinking, “What is this woman doing talking to herself?”
My bum is cold because I’m sitting on a beautiful rock wall on the edge of the public beach.
Spent many a moments on this beach. I grew up on this lake, on a house with a private beach.
::stomach growls:: I swear it’s my stomach, have yet to break my fast.
That space was my sacred land.
The air is frigid, as I wait for the sun to come up over the tree line. I normally don’t think about smells too much, but when I take a deep breath in-and-out-and-in, as my boogies freeze.
::laughing::
I’m not sure I could do guided meditations, I would just laugh through the whole thing.
The air has this scent to it, which I have always been very fond of. It’s the smell of — wood heating homes. You don’t smell it very often anymore. But if I breathe deep, and listen to the plane flying overhead, I can smell the wisp of the wood. For some reason, the smell of burning wood has always reminded me of, wood has always...
There’s a another person walking by, we’re all out here in our pajamas…
…the smell of wood has always reminded me of Native Americans, I’m not sure exactly why. But, I live in a place that many names of where we live, and the streets we drive on, and even this lake, are all Native American names because of the tribe that used to be here…
Oh my god, that guy is in shorts, wearing green shorts, good lord. I guess if you want to take pictures you’re coming out in shorts — good on you. He’s leaning back as he takes a picture of the still-clear lake that has bits of ice on it.
Oh, my god he’s wearing shorts. How in the world?
Maybe I’ll just take this narration and have it typed up by technology (had to do it by hand actually) and see what it looks like. See if it can even pick up this Nowism…
Oh, it’s a father and his son sharing a moment on the lake. They’re just enjoying the moment. They’re watching the same birds fly by that I am. We are having an interconnected moment.
And I thought the sun was gonna rise at 7, but I didn’t factor in the tree line. So right now it’s a bright orange.
I am actually in the moment, this moment. This is all that exists.
Take a deep breath in, deep breath out.
Wish I had my water with me. But that’s okay, I got my gum, chewing in your ear, if you’re listening to this.
And if you’re listening to this, very in the moment, now moment — where I’m not even really considering what the words look like on the page (just the voice memo into the air of the day) — just as the 3 little birds flying over the tree line. And then I think of Bob Marley.
::subjecting you to me singing::
"Don’t you worry about a thing, cause every little thing is gonna be alright, say you don’t worry about a thing, cause the sun will rise over the tree tops and it’ll be all right.” Bob Marley, Three Little Birds (the sun rise part is JKL to the tune)
My bum is so cold. I can’t sing too loud because I’m subjecting you, dear listener — and also the lovely family over there trying to have a peaceful moment themselves.
It is my hope that when I write Nowisms, that it’s like you’re sitting to the right of me on this freezing ass stonewall, or to the left of me, whichever you prefer, because I know some people have their things.
There’s not much of a breeze, pretty sure it’s about 33 degrees (F). But if you watch the water even though it looks as if it’s ice, because it hasn’t quite frozen over — it’s just little bits and pieces, there’s a very slight ripple of the wind. And it’s a linear ripple, the lines that stretch from the shore to the ice.
Some geese are talking this Sunday morning. I don’t know where they are, I can’t see them. And there’s some birds sitting on the ice. I often wondered how they did that? Their feet must be so cold, their feet must be so cold, it’s so cold sometimes they get frozen in there too.
The beach is a pretty long beach, it’s not very big…
Oh, kid please put some long pants on — it’s making me cold! I’m wearing 2 pairs of pants, 2 pairs of socks, my brown jacket, my pink hat one glove cause I couldn’t find the other glove. I really wanted to get down here for the sunrise.
And because it’s gonna take another half an hour I thought I’d write a Nowism, or narrate a Nowism, in a different kind of way.
This way I’m doing it audio first and then just gonna let the computer type it up. But I don’t know how this is gonna go. May just be a flop in words.
::laughing::
We’ll have to see.
But I really just wanted to capture the actual moment. If you look at the left side of the shore, you see this old kind of, it’s definitely a historical home, it’s white it has a slanted roof…
::geese talking::
…(the geese are distracting) slanted roof, and a kind of, I don’t know what you call this, like a tower with a little pinnacle roof on top, and the smoke is coming out of the chimney. And then you see all the safety flotation, bright pink balls at the end of the beach. Which aren’t out right now because nobody is swimming. (I hope…even though I know some people ahem Reece Reid might be out there.)
And then if you walked down the beach a little further there’s a white lifeguard chair and some pine trees and a parking lot. Some other trees and then another little stone wall. And another lifeguard chair, and a couple of tree beings to the left of me — wrapped around the Stonewall that I’m sitting on. Wow, my butt is very cold. And then these sorts of steps behind them.
::coat rustles loudly::
A pavilion where are used to get slushies from.
And I was very resourceful as a child at this beach. Because my parents weren’t giving me slushie money. I had to work for it.
::laughing::
So I used to go through the trash. I used to go through the trash and get old slushie cups because you could get slushie points (and get a free slushie).
And I would rip off the slushy points (from the old cups I found) and hand them to the people (to pay with the points.) So basically trash, I transformed trash into a delighful bubblegum slushie.
Nowadays, there’s a very fancy little playground. With green slides, bright green slides and theres another parking lot.
::too much coat rustling for even me to understand::
The other parking lot with my car Kit, my black car Kit. And there’s the other side of the freezing stone wall. And birds. I feel like Spring is coming because I can hear the birds.
Oh! Here comes the sun!
::subjecting you to singing again::
“Do…do…do…do.. here comes the sun and I say, it’s alright.”~Beatles, Here Comes the Sun
So if you were sitting next to me here, on the freezing ass stonewall, I might be annoying you, especially if I was narrating the moment. Especially if I was narrating this now while you were here.
I think I’m gonna sit here and enjoy the sun coming up over the trees and watch the people running by in their hats thinking, “Who is this woman talking to herself on the beach?”
Luckily I have my headphones on, so.
::more coat rustling::
Technically, I could be talking to anyone and I am, I’m talking to you.
And thank you for sharing this moment with me as the sun rises.
My toes and right hand, cause that’s the one without the glove, my toes and my right hand start to disappear. But just imagine us sitting by the lakeside watching the sun rises on this day, with this very Nowism. Where I’ve done it backwards, I’m not writing first then narrating, but I’m narrating first then writing. I’ll have to see how this goes.
Because I can’t just keep writing and laughing.
::laughing::
But this is purely my moment I wanted to share with you today.
Ah, it’s beautiful the sunrise is beautiful. I’ll make sure to take pictures so you can see it too. And not just in words.
Enjoy as many moments as you can remember in your Nowisms.
And thank you for being here with me.
Good morning, good afternoon and good evening. Whenever you are, wherever you may be —
Ahh : )
Be Love along the way.
And catch a sunrise today, or in tomorrow’s Nowism, or the day after tomorrow. Try to catch a sunrise when you can. Breathe in the air.
Thank you for listening.
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::whispering ~ Some people are walking by now::
It’s a good day to have a good day, my friends. And namaste.
::couple walking by chatting with each other and see me::
Couple: “Good morning”
Jenny: “Good Morning”
“Did you catch the sunrise?”
Jenny: “I’m catching it right now”
:: they laugh::
A great Nowism for me. And made some people laugh a little. Hope you enjoyed this backwards Nowism too. It’s fun to try new ways in life!
With rad love,
💜
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