The Sanctity of Morning

There’s something strangely sacred about mornings.

Something that we’ve come to take for granted not realising the full significance of what it is we’re actually experiencing.

Each rising of the sun, like a conductor, conducting an orchestra

Each morning, you find each member of that orchestra responding in kind

In perfect unison, a harmony, that keeps the world so finely tuned.

The birds toil overhead, tweeting away

The plants exhale, almost as if breathing a sigh of relief that they’ve been blessed again with the dawning of a new day

Gifting us the oxygen we need to sustain life.

The animals too respond, they stretch, they prepare for the hunt, they thirst, nurse their young or even retire to rest.

But what can’t be denied

Is that each morning brings with it undoubted change - and you can’t help but recognise and pay homage to it.

A cosmic shift that tells you that you are at a significant moment in time

A moment filled with possibility.

An opportunity to do good and make things right

An opportunity to let go and start again