When morning gilds the sky
For the beauty of the earth. This morning’s pink filtered through the windows and created a rosy glow inside the house. It was almost magical … the perfect ambiance for making oatmeal and feeding dogs, cats and a menagerie of other animals, including kids.
There’s a list of things to do today, a set of goals and a highlighter for marking off the accomplishments. Seems I’m a little slow, though. Could be that’s because the coffee is just now dripping into the pot and my daily dose of vim and vigor hasn’t yet entered my bloodstream.
The boy is playing a game on his Leap Pad. One girl is cozied up in her covers striving to finish the last of four books from the library so she can beg me to take her back for more. We’ve had these for three days. She’s an all-consuming fire when it comes to the pages of a good novel. The other child? She’s really dragging — recovering from a flu-bug that so far has not threatened the rest of the family.
I can’t seem to pull myself away from the glow and into the day.
It’s breathtaking … serene … a promise of vibrant, ever-changing days that bring new challenges and triumphs. It’s proof that every good and productive day begins with a few small joys — a pause at the greatness around us, a pondering of things we can’t change, move or completely understand.
It’s good to feel small and insignificant in the presence of the miraculous. And in its own way, this morning’s sunrise is as energizing as the coffee in my cup. I pause to savor both … and then on into the day I go. Determined to be better, do better, love better and make the most of the minutes before me.
Have a great day, friends!