There will be something, anguish or elation,
that is peculiar to this day alone. I rise from sleep
and say: Hail to the morning! Come down to me,
my beautiful unknown.
Jessica Powers
How did you greet the day today?
Did you rise rested?
Did you awake from a dream, one that seemed so real?
Did you look out the window to see if frost touched the tips of your last roses?
Did you follow your usual routine or was there something that drew you into the day in a different way?
Did you lollygag through the first hour or two or rush to dress and be on your way?
Did you send any blessings? To the children walking past your house on the way to school? To those heading off to work, a coffee mug in their hands? To your loved ones, near and far?
Did you rest your hand on your heart, remembering a loss that throbs like a toothache?
Did you list in your head all the things you need to do today? Do the laundry, make a Target run, clean the bathroom, pay bills.
Did you sit in silence, breathing in, breathing out, finding your own rhythm and connecting with all that gives life.
Did you whisper to yourself and to the Divine, "I love my life?"
How will you remember the start of this day?
May today be one that blesses and enriches you.
An Invitation
How do you "hail the morning"? I would love to know.
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