It was supposed to be hike day. A clear morning at Sunrise, but Yoda is still under the weather. I headed out before 5 but when I heard he was still struggling on his morning walk, I turned around.
It was a gift for sure.
A beautiful beginning.
Hello, sun in my face.
Hello, you who make the morning
and spread it over the fields
and into the faces of the tulips
and the nodding morning glories,
and into the windows of, even, the
miserable and crotchety–
best preacher that ever was,
dear star, that just happens
to be where you are in the universe
to keep us from ever-darkness,
to ease us with warm touching,
to hold us in the great hands of light–
good morning, good morning, good morning.
Watch, now, how I start the day
in happiness, in kindness.