Mornings have a quiet, sacred element to them. Rising early. Lingering, unhurried before the day’s demands. Creating a space for reflection. Visualizing the hours ahead. Seeing the outcome in your mind’s eye. A smooth, fluid day that carries itself.
Sit outside in deep peacefulness for a time. Notice the early day’s glow. Breathe deeply the fresh air. Notice what your body is telling you and stretch out those kinks. Perhaps read meaningful words. Notice the gratitude you feel for having created this space.
Daylight rises and this precious time slips away. Yet we have invested first in ourselves. We feel centered and fortified as we stand to greet the day. A gift we give again and again to those we encounter as we move through the hours. And we know this special time waits for us in the morrow, where we will meet again.