What I wouldn’t give to have an ever present morning …
I awoke to the gift of a brand new day once again and what a precious gift it truly is. The sun has not yet come up, the world still silently tucked into bed and I sit here with this pencil and paper allowing the joy within my heart to unfold.
I feel so alive and excited for the promise of what today might bring. I feel grateful for the opportunity to have another day with which to learn, to share, to love.
My mind and my heart are truly awake and alive.
It is morning and I could read or write or create – or do many of the dozens of other things that help me to reach within and touch my spirit.
Unfortunately however, I know that this feeling may not last. The voices and responsibilites of the day can cloud my heart. Though I do make a concerted effort to bring awareness to the present in the entirety of my day, it is not something that I have yet accomplished with proficiency.
During the day itself I find myself in various states: sometimes the robot who blindly crosses off the to-do’s, sometimes the fragile woman who has become overwhelmed by the surrounding world and simply does what I can to cope; sometimes the strong woman who guides and helps.
By the time evening comes I find that I have allowed my heart and mind to become trapped in whatever state I spent my day in or even too tired to even consider a ‘state’.
What would it be like, I wonder, to have an ever present morning?
Tagore, one of my favorite poets, says, “Do not say, “It is morning” and dismiss it with a name of yesterday. See it for the first time as a newborn child that has no name.”
This truly is the miracle of the morning.
I have often contemplated going to bed at 7pm and waking at 2am so that my free time could be spent in the wonderful state of such a hopeful time.
But just imagine what a day would be like, what life would be like if we could carry the hope and beauty of the morning into every moment of our day.
If every moment was an ever present morning…
It cannot hurt to try…