Morning Meditation

The morning light streams through the window.

The coffee is hot.

The house is quiet.

Another day has begun.

The mornings used to be predictable.

Packing lunches.

Finding shoes.

Loading into the car,

to go go go


from here to there.

Now, the mornings are slower.

There’s no rush.

There’s no hustle.

The new day has dawned.

And with it unending possibilities.