Did you stop to smell the breeze this morning? When I get to the barn each morning I make a point to stop and smell the air. Granted, I have the nose of a blood hound but there is something about the way a morning smells that makes me smile. The earth has awakened again and I get a giant do-over. Sometimes when I arrive I find wild rabbits awaiting my return. They look at me and acknowledge my arrival. They are used to me by now.
I love mornings. I especially enjoy the very early mornings. I like to step outside and look up at the stars before the sun comes up. I wonder what today will bring. I can look at the morning sky and state my wishes knowing full well that it is up to me to make them come true. I can make this day what I want it to be. I can change the course of things for others with a smile or kind gesture. I may choose to read and learn something new. I may work hard and fulfill that need to be useful. I can make this day go anyway I want. I simply have to choose to.
In the very early mornings, if you are in the right place, you can hear the coyotes sing. I love their morning songs. They are soothing to me. I love to sit with a cup of coffee and listen to them welcome in the new day. Soon the birds will start practicing their songs for the day. The earth is preparing with great hope. Who am I to be sad or weary? Just listen. Just smell. Be quiet in your soul for a moment. The stars are brighter now, right before the sun comes up. I know there is nothing that I cannot do.