I love the early morning hours, when the house is silent, the winds calm, the sun just making itself known along the edge of the range, of the large alive forest.
I love the masses of curled animals all about me
slowly stirring, stretching legs, seeking a moment under the warm covers. Or pressing an old furred body closer to me, for an embrace. An enormous young Shepherd face appears, with a wagged tail, and all kinds of hope.
I love knowing that loved ones in other places
nearby are slowly awakening, the hold of sleep loosening. That my beloved is opening their eyes, gazing out their window, greeting this moment every one of us is sharing.
I love that sometimes we stand for others, no matter how we tire. And at other times, others come and stand for us. They stand and they heal us and they show up and listen and love. They fill us with comfort as we sit in this moment, in all that it holds for us today.
I love all of this, as we
each leave our rest ,and open ourselves to the brand new day.
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