As I awakened to another day. My mornings offer me so much. What will I bring forth today and what remnants of yesterday am I trying to carry into today? Reflection is wonderful in it’s place. I tend to hold on. Often an overload of a good thing, a seemingly bad thing, and the whole damn thing.
Buzz, the bird dog and I have a routine. I get up before he does. He either does a dive under the fluffy comforter or he comes to me with his paw and motions for me to pull back and let him enter.
A dule of doves are burrowed in the desert landscape. Big and small. Almost camouflaged by the sand and sun. They will have to share this moment with us. We wait as long as we possibly can. I wonder what coup they have planned and has their morning become an act of grace as well?
The fragrance of sage has wafted across the air like a bouquet of promise. I am in a full flight of peace.
I find myself nestled in living each day. The days seem to be unfolding slowly and commanding the attention that time deserves. I am in love with this awareness and knowing that I have the ability to rise with the sun and rest with the moon has opened in me a energy. Nothing captures me any longer in the past. The key to an unlocked mind has dawned and incredibly I see right in front of me a scenery of infinite promise.