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The MorningBy Charlene Langfur QuailBellMagazine.com I am used to going out in the dark, but today I am dazzled by the clear blue sky, rippled with rose colored clouds, all in a pattern, a geometric marvel for
the eyes. Maybe I say this because it is new, life lived early in the daylight with the buoyancy of it all. A shift of DNA in a way, a body opening up outside of the darkness. Nothing of the outer universe or explosions of a super nova on the edge of the galaxy, no deep space stuff overhead, with all the touches of black holes about it. None of that but instead, this rising of ground and balance and feeling. Levitation by changing the way a single act is done on a single day on a planet made up of solids, a place where walking is easy in the open air this time of day. This is the way the new comes and I sit with it for a while to learn how it works. Tiny birds land on the bushes and twitter. Yes in the middle of winter in the full light. I have taken to the morning and everything that comes with its clarity and ease. Yellow trumpet flowers. Pink poppies growing wild, the white roses opening up petal by petal, and the snow on the mountain tops again, the crow on the palm tress and the new little dates, seeds, a new start, how easily I could have missed i CommentsComments are closed.
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