This morning first thing
\nI am wondering why the train outside my window
\nis so very loud
\ndisturbing the softness
\nof my slumber<\/p>\n
This morning first thing,
\nI am looking to the puffiness of eyes
\nand the stiffness of
\nhands
\nthat seem to be begging
\nfor
\na kindness and not
\na scorning<\/p>\n
This morning first thing
\nI am fighting apprehension about
\na job
\nI cannot command
\nand sitting with feeling
\nit is
\npecking
\nsmall holes<\/p>\n
This morning I am sitting to coffee
\nalone
\nwhilst willingly sinking into
\na soul-nourishing delight
\nof a
\nbook<\/p>\n
This morning I am thinking of a grandmother
\nwhom I did not know
\nso well
\nbut with the advantages of
\nage
\nof all the questions I would like
\nto have
\nasked<\/p>\n
This morning I am
\nlooking out at the glory of early light
\ndancing on blades of grass
\nand thinking of words like
\nresplendent<\/p>\n
This morning I am marveling
\nat a fine summer\u2019s day
\ndisguising itself as July
\neven though it is
\nactually a rather glorious
\nOctober<\/p>\n
This morning I am watching a black squirrel
\nscramble up the crab apple tree
\nbeside my window
\nhimself in search of treasures
\npresenting themselves
\nas
\ngolden apples<\/p>\n
This morning I am
\nmaking muffins for my daughter to take
\nwith gifts to a friend
\na new mom
\nand babe
\neach in their own kind of
\nbeginning<\/p>\n
This morning I am thinking of recent conversations
\nwith my own Mom
\nand how much she now sounds just like
\nher own Mom
\nand thoughts of how I know this
\nwill all
\ncome back
\nto haunt
\nme<\/p>\n
This morning I am easing out of
\nquestions
\nand allowing for
\nanswers
\nto reach me as they
\nwill
\ngently and in their own
\ntime<\/p>\n
This morning I am letting coffee
\ngo cold
\nas I wander through senses
\nthoughts
\nand beautiful bits
\nof
\nsunshine<\/p>\n
This morning I am quiet reflection
\nand gratitude
\nI am surrendering and
\nforgiving
\nI am loving and caring<\/p>\n
and I am
\npeace<\/p>\n
This morning first thing,
\nI am
\nonce
\nmore<\/p>\n
waking
\neasing
\nallowing<\/p>\n
and
\nbecoming\u00a0 \u2665<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
\u201cLet’s be in awe<\/em><\/span><\/strong>
\nwhich doesn’t mean<\/em><\/span><\/strong>
\nanything but the courage<\/em><\/span><\/strong>
\nto gape like fish at the surface<\/em><\/span><\/strong>
\nbreaking around our mouths<\/em><\/span><\/strong>
\nas we meet the air.\u201d\u00a0<\/em><\/span><\/strong>
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