It is just after 6:00 in the morning.
Birds are chirping vibrantly, as they do.
The sky is a matte blue, not yet kissed by the direct rays of sun
asdthat will soon reach over the Wasatch Mountains.
Lawn and garden sprinklers cycle through programmed schedules.
All of it brings a freshness.
A new day, a commitment.
A naturalness, an ongoingness.
All things that I’ve struggled to feel over the last many months.
It seems true to me that most of us
seek the aliveness of a new morning,
that calls us into fresh being.
asdThat wakes us to what wants to be lived fully.
That invokes our vow of a next flowering step.