Dawn took me by the hand.

Together, we ventured along the stony path.

Moisture ridden grasses caressed my legs.

And, into the silent forest, we stepped

wrapped into the mist of early morning light.

Suddenly alone, the day spread out before me, like the green fields and sweeping valleys ahead.

I heard the first birdsong’s call and walked towards sunrise.

Filled with anticipation of what the light and brightness might bring,

the sound of water bubbling over pebbles and stones,

I reached the mountain spring. I stopped, bent down and, with cupped hands, I thirstily drank.

Barefoot, I felt the pull of a raging torrent surrounding me.

After a while feeling revived, I continued my trek through forest and trees.  

Nature guided me to this place, to stop awhile.

To embrace the glory, the power, and the miracle of yet another day.

For this, I am grateful.

I am ready to fill my hours, to share love and kindness both with myself,

and others along the way.