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7:33 A.M. - Monday, May. 22, 2006 The sky brushed lightly with wisps of clouds, some white and others gray drifting along the early dawn. I sat knowing I have watched many sunrises and sunsets each one unique. I seem to drift to yesterday, tomorrow, but most important for me is the counting of blessings while sitting under the stairs pondering life. We live away from city lights, no noises from cars or the bustle of a city waking up. I have lived in the city but prefer the waking of nature in comparison to a net work of people bustling from here to there. The first signs I saw of morning making an appearance was the breathtaking colors that lit up the sky. Orange, pinks, yellow's all danced within the clouds that drifted above. For a moment in time the moon shared the sky with the wakening sun just as the call of the crows, hummers, road runners, and the song of the birds bid farewell to the night as day made her d�but. At times such as this I feel I have a calling per say, something in this life I am to learn or pass on. I feel the quiet itch of knowing my journey is incomplete. I also feel calmness within that I so desperately need during this moment in time. I am finding that to surrender myself to the One greater than I and attempt to move through life with the grace that nature displays each waking day I may find the path that has been before me all along. Sandyz
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