Tag: morning

Letting Peace Manifest.

There’s a vastness that occurs in the depths of morning sky; one so engaging and rich, it has the capacity to quiet even the most unsettled of souls. As if the sun herself were conspiring to melt all our troubles of world.

Day after day, we stand before it – awestruck and hoping for release. Our eyes keen to the subtle shiftings of light breaking through, time and time again. It is a wisdom larger than any heart may compel; one vested in the reminder of our continuous renewal.

And, marking this moment to begin again, we brush off the layers of dust and dirt, right our smile and effect a new course…empowered simply by our surrender.

“Let your mind wander in simplicity, blend your spirit with the vastness,” Chuang Tzu writes. “Make no room for personal view.” Let the magic of this morning find you, my friends. And, when it does – let it manifest.

In peace…

Namaste ❣️

The Blessing Within the Morning’s Mist.

There was a mist upon the fields this morning; hanging delicately, offering her warmth to the sweet clover below.
 
With gossamered wings, she rose – tempting us to engage that which was always there, yet barely noted. The divinity of her grace framed solely through the simplicity of sun.
 
There is a softness to this earth, exposed; its edged smoothed through the weathering of winds and unmitigated exposures. Leaving us to stand in awed wonderment, as the depth of our own redemption is finally realized.
 
And, who are we to dare protest? The inspiration upon glistening leaf’s edge?
 
As twilight wraps in silken dress, we rest inside this breath of new.
 
In peace, my loves… and happy morning to you all.
 
Namaste <3
 

He Is Rich Who Owns the Day.

I watched my pup race to the open window this morning.

He’d heard the clamoring of passersby and was eager to know their ‘business’ here.

And, though my instinct was to pull him away – experience teaching that’s he’s not generally a ‘morning pup’ – today, I simply sat back and observed.

“Good morning, little one,” a voice called from below. “I see you’re already up and ready for adventure today.”

And, with that his puppy nose gave a hearty snortle-sniff, as if the energy of boundlessness could be infused upon the morning breeze.

“He is rich who owns the day,” shared poet, Ralph Waldo Emerson. “and no one owns the day who allows it to be invaded with fret and anxiety.”

Do you see it, my loves? Sometimes we are reminded through the most seemingly innocuous of things – such as a puppy at a window, and a passerby offering his greeting.

It’s all right there, every single day. Open your eyes to it, my dearest darlings – and take in this day without worry.

For…

“This new day is too dear,
with its hopes and invitations,
to waste a moment on the yesterdays.”

Much love and blessings of joy, my loves. And, on this day, I bow humbly to you.

Namaste ❤️

A Stillness to Hold the Peace Within.

I found myself transfixed this morning. A burst of light through pillars of wheat, showering the fields with an everlasting dawn.

“Dawn is the time when nothing breathes,” writes, Leonora Carrington “the hour of silence…only the light moves.”

There is a stillness that exists at such early hour – in which light and breath become seamlessly intertwined in their gracious dance of Hope renewed.

With a simple shift, all of life is revealed. The crimsoned berry through thickened brush; the whispered breath of morning’s hush.

I’ve been here before, at these crossroads – it seems. Where Wanderlust greets Happenstance – “How are you, old friend?”

In this space, I settle in to a new sort of knowing – where circumstance yields to life’s ‘greater plan.’

In her softened glow, I let it all go – the worry, the fret, the unresolved…

And I am made whole, once again.

This is the gift the light always brings – a stillness big enough to hold the peace within.

Sometimes the Slower Rise Yields the Greatest Warmth of All.

“And yet day and night meet fleetingly at twilight and dawn, and their merging sometimes affords the beholder the most enchanted moments of all the twenty four hours. A sunrise or sunset can be ablaze with brilliance and arouse all the passion, all the yearning, in the soul of the beholder.” – Mary Balogh

The Sun came up rather slowly today—reluctant, it seemed. As if to say, she wasn’t quite ‘ready’ to begin the pace of this day. In desperation, she clung to the horizon’s edge—until the moon’s final dip slipped her grip.

At first, a delicate amber found its place against the cloud’s billowing edges—while smoldering embers kindled her fiery red, and ribbons of soft spun gold danced within the trees.

And, here we sit each and every day—enchanted by her radiance.

You see, my darlings, sometimes it’s that slower rise that yields the greatest warmth of all.

 

The Gift of the Morning Rose.

The roses shared their final gift today – lovingly crafted against the paling greens; and capturing so brilliantly that first hint of day.

She greeted me along the stone garden path, her smile – glistening – so proud to have survived these rains.

And though she may be leaving soon, in my heart…there’ll always be the memory of her bloom.

“As all must be,’ I said within my heart,
Whether they work together or apart.’

But as I said it, swift there passed me by
On noiseless wing a ‘wildered butterfly,

Seeking with memories grown dim o’er night
Some resting flower of yesterday’s delight…

The butterfly and I had lit upon,
Nevertheless, a message from the dawn”

Robert Frost