Few things feel as good to me as the time between sleeping and doing. A morning cup of coffee in a quiet house, the chance to take Dakota out for her first walk, a moment or two to stretch my shoulders and my ankles and my heart.
May your day and mine be as blessed as when the first rays of sunshine plant gleaming prisms in the dewy grass. May your first whispered thoughts be kind, your first steps quiet, your first actions graceful.
After that, may your rising energy join with the songbirds in praise of something much bigger than any of us.
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