Early morning mountainside enshrined behind a gentle mist fog rising from cool air as it meets the hot earth How many other moments of awe have already slipped beyond the veil of impermanent, imperfect memory sudden piercing pang of vague loss I run my fingers over the fading pictures I've placed in holy alters of the heart pleasures made sweeter by the stitches of pain weaving outward from the past Is it wrong to endlessly revive old joys should I put effort into slowing the inevitable erosion of time or would it be more kind To allow old days to disappear and someday no longer know what wonders I've since lost along the long, winding way Will holding on make me strong enough to face the many difficulties ahead or will a tight grip leave me too weak to embrace the life I've yet to live
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Silence of the Rising Sun
There is a stillness in the morning that emanates from within yesterday's rustling of the mind is silenced by the slow sunrise These soft moments are like medicine rising early to fill your empty cup with cool air and fresh hope absorbing the energy of a new day Fertile soil invites the sowing of tender gratitude seeds enveloped in the crystal clear calls of victory touted from the dew-damp treetops The heaviest grief can be be held at bay in those first fragile minutes of light the surreal sensation of another chance the involuntary innocence of waking up
Grateful Sunrise
I rose before the sun today slipped out of my covers into the dark, artificial warmth of my well-heated, winter home my mind is fresh and grateful today resplendent in the light of another new year new beginnings are crisp like citrus invigorating, juicy, crystalline droplets my heart is opening wide today admitting all that approaches the good, the bad, and the unknown all are welcome within my soul joy spills from my fingertips today as I begin to churn the stagnant energy inside shifting sediment and sadness transforming it, creating new light, new love I am so happy to be alive today that simple gift is all that's needed for miracles to happen for gratitude to consume my grief I forgive myself today for the dark days behind and those ahead because I am forgetful and flawed and human and that is not something to apologize for I witnessed the pink and orange pallet of the sunrise today I give myself the love that's in my heart today I breathe into my beautiful body today I am so grateful I awoke to that warm darkness today

Christmas Mornings
Christmas mornings are soft and special they are filled with tender wishes and warm embraces evoking the image of flame lit evenings in front of fireplaces with family as the harsh world blusters against the door Let us not forget that this magic in the air has been inside of us all year and that we may choose to indulge in these wondrous feelings whenever we wish to and offer our love and gratitude each and every day.

Small Moments in the Morning
Open eyes, another new day the inky blackness of a night not yet over resisting each surrender to the sun, just like me The strained chorus of small voices reminding me that I am needed A sigh followed by a smile signals the transition from a warm cave of covers into the cold air A fresh start, an empty vessel eager to be filled again, but not just yet The soft stillness of the mind in the morning is something to be savored as we make the descent from dreams to daylight. Make an effort to linger here as long as you can Allow your mind to rest in the spaces in between That's where I'll be.
