welcoming each sunrise

It is early, about 5:45 am. I am sitting on my front porch listening to the birds chirp. There is a massive bee buzzing at the window that catches my eye. The humidity seems to have broken and I can feel the air is a little cooler. They are calling for a massive storm later today but in this moment it is clear. The skies are calm.

I sit. And I listen. And I breathe.

It feels peaceful. The birds are singing, the chipmunks chattering and I can hear the quiet hum of Yonge Street a block away. The sun is rising over the houses with bright orange and pink rays poking through the scattered clouds. There is something about the dawn of a new day that holds such promise. I am grateful to witness life rising after a restful evening slumber.

There is so much fear and uncertainty in the world and all around me right now. But I take comfort in the knowledge that the sun rises each morning. The promise of renewal. The promise of hope. And the gift of a new day.

My cup is filled. Forward I go. With gratitude and an open heart ready to receive the gifts today will bring.

xo

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