Originally posted July 25, 2011
Morning. My favorite part of the day.
Before rising, I begin with gratitude. For life. For opportunities the day will provide.
I fill my thermos with coffee and retreat to my studio.
With mind and body rested, before I’m invaded by the world outside these walls, I have time alone. To think. To read. To pray.
I prefer it to begin in the dark when I can see the day unfold before me.
I sit with my thoughts.
I acknowledge my successes and failures to see what I can learn from them. Good choices and bad. I give thanks. I ask for forgiveness.
The birds remind me it’s a new day. A time to receive grace. And to give the same grace that I received.
These moments carry me through the day.
Without them I am disoriented. A bit lost.
I’ve learned that “how I start” affects “how I end”.
Choices made throughout the day are influenced by the choices I made that morning.
Morning prepares me for what is ahead.
It won’t be perfect, and that’s ok.
I will give thanks. I will ask for forgiveness.
And if I’m given another morning, I will find refuge in my favorite part of the day.
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