Wednesday, May 31, 2017

“Life kisses our faces every morning.”

~ Kahlil Gibran

Sweet morning.

Possibility and peace rest lightly with the first waking moments.

Windows open, slight breeze dancing with the curtains, and the air so fresh I feel as if I could go outside in my nightgown and dance barefoot on the dewy lawn.

It’s quiet; my husband and Yorkie, both still breathing deep in sleep, two calming metronomes. The sound of distant traffic hums and I am thankful to not be not rushing off somewhere in these first precious moments of the day.

I rest and I rise–these things not contradictory but, in the magic of the morning, complimentary.

Day begins.

Thanks so much for stopping by. I'm here early most mornings with one of my photos and a few words about life and those thin places where faith intersects.
2 comments
  1. Good Morning! Such a pretty picture. I am thankful for the quiet of early morning. I am an early riser and I enjoy watching the sun come up!
    Wishing you a very nice day.

  2. This time of year I’m usually up by 4:30. Love watching sunrise! Such majesty and promise in those moments.

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