Delicious Morning

Upon waking I often….

Allow my thoughts to bulldoze me. Without even a how are you, the inventory process begins: What happened yesterday? What do you have to do today?

Who exactly are you? What’s expected?

One thought makes me happy, another upset or unsettled.

My thoughts are in control before I wiggle my toes.

This morning I….

Relished not scrabbling for purchase on the hill of life. I listened to raindrops strike the window pane. An exuberant cardinal sang his heart out before first light. I felt warm, safe and comfortable between soft, cotton sheets.

In those minutes, it didn’t matter if I was prince or a pauper.

Today I was able to quiet my thoughts.


It’s an inside job.