“All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost..”
~ J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
I’ve been awake since a ridiculous hour. The stillness of morning an opportunity to reflect on all manner of things, ensuring that I won’t fall back asleep, so I give in to my wakefulness.
I pray, read, wrangle words, make plans, change plans, wrestle with pain in my back, and wonder if it’s too early to grind beans for coffee.
The day begins.