morning coffee

I sat by the window this morning, and watched as a slow rain fell on the small Texas farming community that is my home. I drank my coffee, watched the birds in their morning routine, saw an early riser leaving for work, and thought of my many blessings. This one most of all, to have the time to watch the world go by, and contemplate. I love my wife dearly, my children, and grandchildren, but I treasure my time alone. In this society of instant access everything, so many are never truly alone. The Declaration of Independance was written by a man alone. In silence, we hear the still, quiet voice of our own creative spirit.
A term that is so over used these days is "soul mate". This term actually refers to the moment of creation. The spirit of God, the creator of all things, split into two parts, these two became four, and on to become all the spirits living now. Soul mates are created when a single soul becomes two. Two halves that make a whole being. It is perhaps sad that the term has been reduced to someone on a computer dating site.
As I sat, and listened to the sound of the world, I wondered about choices. The turn of a single key, the speaking of a single word, a look, can change our life forever. The choice to pursue a certain lovely young cowgirl many years ago, changed my life forever, and extended the line of my family down through the ages.
Many years ago, in the days before Texas was a republic, a group of men in Gonzales were faced by a contingent of soldiers. There was a choice to make, fight, or run. One man made his choice. He set to light a six pounder, and the revolution began, which became the Republic of Texas. Life is about choices. 
A slow rain fell this morning, and as the sun hides his face behind the clouds, I make an important choice. pancakes. Yep, today, I make pancakes.