I thought I’d share one of my favorite poems….one that I didn’t appreciate until I was a mother.
Why I Wake Early
Hello, sun in my face.
Hello, you who make the morning
and spread it over the fields
and into the faces of the tulips
and the nodding morning glories,
and into the windows of, even, the
miserable and the crotchety-
best preacher that ever was,
clear star, that just happens
to where you are in the universe
to keep up from ever-darkness,
to ease us with warm touching,
to hold us in the great hands of light –
good morning, good morning, good morning.
Watch now, how I start the day
In happienss, in kindness.
– Mary Oliver