Birds and children can fly. Yet they are grounded in the present moment. They don’t live in the past that is no longer here. Or in the future that has not yet arrived. They soak in the experience of now. And dance to the natural rhythm of life. They inspire me.
And so does everything in nature. When the earth gently rolls on its side, night becomes dawn. Light peeks over the horizon. Inviting me to a new day with all new possibilities.
The sunrise colors are vivid. Soft pastels of Grace, and bright colorful streaks of Hope in what otherwise could appear dark. It’s an inspiring moment to take in. To be alive.
And so the day beings. With colors I choose to see. Thoughts and reflections I allow to touch me. And open my heart beyond my limited mind. Inspire.
And when the earth gently rolls onto its other side, I marvel on the softness of the evening. And the golden colors of the sunset. Yet again, I inhale inspiration.
Then it’s time to exhale. It’s time to rest. Time to dream. And feel the peace.
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