I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes. ~e.e. cummings
Crosby wakes us before the sun rises every morning. Usually Superman gets up with him as I am still in a drug induced unconscious haze. But every so often Rick needs a break and I take a turn, (with the help of some extra coffee.) I've long been craving an unobstructed view of the sun coming up, but I would have to leave and go in search of that view. Last Thursday, only mildly dizzy, I decided to do something about it.
I grabbed the dog.
My extra large mug of coffee.
And drove towards the glow in the sky.
I first stopped by our church.
I then drove as far East as the road would allow. I came to rest near a farmer's field.
I anticipated the orange and the golden tinges, but I hadn't realized the magic of a pastel palette. The deep purples, the lavenders, the pinks, all splashed against glimpses of a powder blue sky.
I had an epiphany... what if I did one thing different each day? What if I simply started from a place of "yes?" instead of the instant no. How different might my days look?
I drove home with a full heart at the start of my day and arrived to everyone just getting up.
I capped off the perfect morning with homemade pancakes.
Just one thing different, may just lead to a whole lot of different.
Anyone else want to try?