Over 30 years ago, the bank and I owned a perfect piece of land that I called my Mississippi Farm. It only had 25 acres, but in my rose-tinted glasses, the place looked perfect. One of the reasons I loved that little space was that it had a huge gully that rendered most of the land unfarmable, but a grove of hickory trees towered up and around that spot, and that was where I placed my first morning chair. Since then, I’ve had several morning chairs:

My Yellow Adirondack – One of My Morning Chairs

For a while in Mississippi, my Yellow Adirondack Chair was my morning chair, but the same chair had also been my Morning Chair in the Ozarks. Soon, my garden in Mississippi engulfed Old Yellow, and I established one or 1,000 other morning chairs.

For a while, any of my several iron chairs became my morning chairs, but those chairs also failed to fit my needs long term.

Recently, I shoved all the junk on my back porch into a pile behind a screen, and I have a rocking, new morning chair in an almost perfect spot. And that spot is a bit more sheltered from the elements.

What Is A Morning Chair?

You see, a morning chair isn’t actually a chair at all. My Morning Chair is a space where I can Be Still in the sheltering arms of nature. 

The View from My Morning Chair

My Morning Chair is Where I Enjoy the Serenade of My Backyard Birds.

And Yet–My Morning Chair is Where I Can Hear Myself Think. 

My Morning Chair is Where I Pray.

“Be Still and Know that I Am God.” Psalm 46:10

But there is more—

My Morning Chair is Immediately Next to My Writer’s Desk. My Back Porch Is Also My Writer’s Hut.

My Back Porch Is Also My Writer’s Hut

Many writers have had writer’s huts in the arms of nature. And for many years, I have wanted the same.

I have finally achieved goals that I have worked toward–almost forever. That almost scares me, but I cannot explain why.