Morning

How was your morning? Did you acknowledge the sunrise, feel the air, see the colors as the world awakened?

Or were you lost in the turmoil within, focusing only on that that is not, not that that is?

I looked at this darkness and allowed it to color my day: or more to the point to block the color from my day.

I glimpsed the shadows and anticipated an emotional onslaught of negativity from all avenues. I wasn’t going to fall victim again. I began to shut down.

What’s the point of searching for that drop of joy, that proof that all is worth it, when the wine in the challis is tainted or there shall be no wine at all?

I know there is darkness, there’s shadows all around, but today I know there is more.

I close my eyes, open my mind.

I don’t try to focus.

I don’t try to block.

I feel the air move around me.

Feel it enter my body as I breathe.

I try not to force it.

I feel the rhythm of the air.

I remember the morning - the sky - the sky of mornings past - grey, dusky pink, orange and blue.

A gentle mixture of colors, an endless range of hues.

The morning is here, the morning has begun.

I welcome the new day as a blank page upon which to write my words – my story.

I see my fear, I feel my pain, but today I have the courage to re-enter the game.