Every now and then I have the luxury of a slow morning. No alarm clock. No early start with work appointments. Just relaxing into my own rhythm. Before breakfast I have a bounce on my rebounder while taking in the fresh morning air, letting my eyes sink into the distant horizon
I have time to enjoy watching the amaryllis, which surprised me by springing up and producing a sumptuous bud.
Mark Nepo in The Book of Awakening, has a piece for this time of year, entitled 'The Truth about Morning'. He says:
There is a vastness that quiets the soul. But sometimes we are so squarely in the midst of life's forces that we can't see what we're a part of. . . .
The truth about morning is that it is the small light of the beginning breaking through, again and again.