Mornings are special because …

Mornings are special because - well because they are. Every day is special and every moment a precious reveal of the next.

In my childhood such events went pretty much unnoticed, me being enraptured in the wonder of my life as it took root and began to grow in this magnificent ocean of cosmic dust.

Always the inquisitive student of life and forever the curious dreamer, I tend to approach this daily journey around our solar luminary as a dancer might their recital practice, adding grace and stamina to an already honed craft.

From the beginning of time mankind has been enamored with the Cosmos and its magic mystical role in the creation and reincarnations of the universal continuum. 

My grandmother used to take me on her knee and talk to me of her life quest and how she became the beautiful being that she was - and still is. She passed back into the very cosmos that she had strived to perfect for herself and others all of her mortal stay on this planet. I oft times see her in the morning light smiling and whispering to me as though it was still yesterday.

So many sacred secrets are revealed when love and compassion are in play, and so much knowledge distilled in the morning light of day. 

As I would sit with my grandmother and listen intently to her stories it became evident that she was not just talking in one dimension but rather in a learned continuum on a universal scale. Her language may have been colloquial but it's message was much deeper. It touched on ancient ritual and nature speak, it became alive with happiness and some grief. But always it would assure me that, should I take heed, the gods of creation would lead me to inner peace. 

I have found that the time we live in can be determined by the way in which we interpret it. It is multi dimensional and exists within us as well as around us. 

We carry our persona as we would a banner. It is a manifestation of a user's personality, a "mask" for and individual to use to face both hardship and success. But mostly it is that which we desire to be identified as. 

As Kahlil Gibran once said - “All that we are is the result of what we have thought. It is founded on our thoughts. It is made up of our thoughts. If one speaks or acts with an evil thought, pain follows one, as the wheel follows the foot of the ox that draws the wagon.”

So I think, follow not the foot of the Ox but rather the direction of our heart, because there in lies the true path back to the stars.