No longer can my mornings be fueled by stress, worry, anxiety and drama.
No longer can my first thought not be of the beauty of now.
It is a fuel that is harmful to my gorgeous engine & to society.
I am poisoning the ozone layer, the love layer. Leaving trails of want and need, a smoke cloud of entitlement.
I will feel my mornings with the warmth of understanding
– That I have received more than I have given.
I am safe, all night I was safe.
My fingers and toes still wiggle.
My body is breathing, continued to breathe all night.
Sounds of the world bounce around the solid bones in my body.
This is called waking up.