“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.” – Mary Balogh
I watched the sun rise today – a distant dawn hinting of lavender and faded peonies; while far off trees marked bold contrast between the waning night and this glorious new day.
And, further off, nestled deep within their stately limbs – a young robin, eager to win the praises of Dawn.
“twiddle-oo twiddle-oo, twiddle-oo twiddle-oo…” she cried.
There are moments within each day, my dears – little pockets stuffed full of the glistening magic of this universe. They have the capacity to soften even the most hardened of souls, to blast through these dusted corners we’ve kept so carefully sealed from the world.
To force us to fly open those shutters, and take in this light of a life, renewed.
It’s within these gentle moments, my dears – when the heart is muted to ego’s scolding, and we’re able to hear what our soul is seeking,
“Which will you choose?”the morning breeze begins, “a life distilled to routine’s ticking clock….or, are you bold enough to step into this light again?”
I’m always astonished when nothingness carries such great purpose;
To remind us that we are more soul than this body might ever hold…and, more heart than there is light in this world.
So, what will it be on this day, my loves?
A hurried rush, or this magic of dawn?
