Morning has not even called yet
And here I am, wide awake.
I enter my safe haven
And turn on the musical noise.
Simple sounds, no words
I am relaxing.
Why did I wake?
I vaguely remember a meeting in circle ending,
Others walking away.
What was said?
My coffee, Jo, is nice and hot.
He does not know I will leave him soon
Trying to gain a few more hours of sleep.
Oh haunting tune that plays on the music box,
Help me to find a purpose for this day.
I have heard life is what you make it.
Today, thus far, I see no rain,
Perhaps a walk in the park among the trees is in order.
I appreciate you, here reading this.
Our lands may be far from each other,
But our hearts are near.
Be kind to yourself today,
You deserve every ounce of love and compassion
You can pour into your being.
Perhaps I will set up a painting
Studio in my reading room.
It is nice to have a place to create in.
I have a calling to make something beautiful.
I hone my abilities ~
My ability to be kind, to reach within
and find the beauty that lives there,
To let it out on canvas, on paper, in blog.
I freely share it with you.
All negative comments will be deleted,
All positive comments grown and shared.
My focus is on what makes my heart sing
And I hope for you the same.
Reach inside, find that beauty that dwells there.
Look inside your mind and see all of the wonders.
You are fascinating!
Only you have the unique view of the world
You are experiencing.
Share it, open up and let us see what you see.
Your story has value.
Your story is unique.
You are a fascinating and beautiful
Participant in this Life.
For being you.