Wake up

 

“Wake up to the sound of your fleeting heart
Wake up to the sound of your fleeting heart
When you go, what you leave is a work of art”

I love the idea of waking up. It reminds me that I have always been here. There might have been times that I was asleep and not aware of my own presence. But still, I was there. I am here.

In the words of one of my favorite authors, Sue Monk Kidd.

For always, always,

we are waking up

and then waking up some more

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Sharing this Moment …
reading Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World that Can’t Stop Talking
listening to the washing machine bump and spin
seeing the evidence of a little work here, a little work there
tasting my morning coffee
touching my newly forming dreadlocks. So glad to be on this journey again.
feeling heart strong
thinking about rituals and sacred rhythms … and to do lists.

NPM – April 2nd

Why I Wake Early by Mary Oliver

Hello, sun in my face.
Hello, you who made the morning
and spread it over the fields
and into the faces of the tulips
and the nodding morning glories,
and into the windows of, even, the
miserable and the crotchety –
best preacher that ever was,
dear star, that just happens
to be where you are in the universe
to keep us from ever-darkness,
to ease us with warm touching,
to hold us in the great hands of light –
good morning, good morning, good morning.
Watch, now, how I start the day
in happiness, in kindness.