Morning, where we are, when we wake up from dreams, where we stake our claim on new or renewed futures …
Arrives without warning. Morning is never something to fear.
Morning, when sunshine is the welcome mat.
I can imagine a day without mid-afternoons, without rush hours, without relaxing evenings and even without sleep – but I cannot imagine a day without morning.
Morning is the question, and afternoon is not the answer.
Seems like such an innocent word …
Nothing is required of morning – even when it sleeps late. Every day, without fail, it arrives – then slips away so quickly that before we realize it, noon arrives.
Morning can be for sleeping in or sleeping away, or missing an opportunity. Getting up, getting going seems to be where the action is.
I can’t recall having a lot of drive in the evening or mid-afternoon. Every time I recall something good, something energetic, something that made me laugh a lot or smile broadly it had something to do with morning.
Do we need different skills for morning? I don’t think so, but I think a gratitude attitude helps – being pleased, feeling eased – by pleasant sleep that delivered me to this morning.
And then, I’m in morning’s hands.
Morning is a quiet empty place that wants noise.
Morning wants activity and ideas, morning wants us all to get excited about being alive another day, being enabled at life and full of promise. Not promises, but possibility. Not unfulfilled tasks and postponed activities, but action steps that lift us forward as well as upward.
column written/ published from Calgary, AB
morning walk: 3C/37F, soft snow and steady breeze - exhilarating. Gusta distracted by too many smells in too many receding snowbanks … hard to keep her on-course.