So it is that morning breeze sings to those that rise before the sun. There's mystery in each waking, if we know what to look for, what senses to unveil. Like gravity that moves in waves, we can see it too, if we know what we are looking for. Now that we've gone into the space and time element of living, with only the past as our guide, there is a rush for survival that places our thoughts continually into the future. And what of the present? What of now? Again, to wake to the morning breeze is often enough to remind us to remember and recall as much as we can of the goodness in life and to forget the diseases that fear of the unknown create.
As an artist friend says, we do what we do because it must get done. To face the doing with our senses early-awakened is a sweet gift we give to ourselves.
good morning. sweet dreams.
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