Morning glory

I love getting out of bed when it’s pitch black and silent, and my footsteps seem sonorous to my ears.

I love the experience of walking awake whilst still in the scape of my dreams.

I love how I move on automatic pilot to the tune of my morning routine: coffee, meditation, writing, seamlessly merging as one.

I love being greeted by the moon and the stars when I first leave my nest for the day, flying east to welcome the light from the perspective of my favourite beach.

I love the excitement I feel within just prior to glimpsing the sea.

I love not knowing what Mother Nature has painted, what masterpiece awaits my perception. I love how I gasp, how my eyes grow wide when I first see that great stretch of Brilliance.

I love how I’m speechless, even within, as I simply be in the miracle of the moment.

I love witnessing the birth of a Brilliant new day with the seagulls, the sand and the sea, and as I walk to the measure of absolutely nothing, I feel at one with the All.

I love the joy of seeing others emerge for their own miracle moments of being.

I love watching in awe as two people swim in the chill the morning is offering. I feel invigorated by their squeals of delight and a happy dog saying hello.

I love smiling not to only to others but from the inside out to the All, and when the sun gently rises and kisses my face, I feel the All smiling back as Love.

I hold this awe as I journey home and I allow it to flavour my day. I allow it to offer me miracle moments every step of the way.

With Love and smiles Kirsty