Grateful for cosily dozing as the sun starts to come up. Grateful for the rise and fall of each breath. Grateful for the sharing of dreams, for the hot cup of Green Tea, for the hand that squeezes my shoulder as it passes.
Sometimes (most of the time) I forget to take stock of the present, I am hurtling too far into the future or buried deep in the past. I had heard people talk about "being in the present" but I hadn't understand until I began the practice of taking stock this week. The practice of starting each day with a deep breath, feeling the life in my lungs, feeling alive. It's such a simple exercise yet one we are all too quick to abandon.
There is nothing special about this morning, it is ordinary in every sense and yet I can feel the fog lifting, as my tea kicks in and I slowly wake up to face the day. My eyes are opening to this world, to me, to you. Things are shifting, perspectives are altering, barriers are being broken.
I am here, in this moment.
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