Short Stories
Savouring the New Day
It is well past morning as I sit here and write. The sun reaches its zenith, the shadows have shortened, and the air is heavy with the midday heat, filled with flies and the constant chitter-chat of birds.
I only notice this as I take the time to tune in, to just be with Nature's palette around me. The activity goes on, regardless of whether I acknowledge it or not – the birdsong from a bough, the bees visiting clover flowers, and each blade of grass waving in the gentle breeze.
In this moment, time stands still. I am drawn into a silent conversation. I am part of this web of life, weaving its story anew each day. I try to differentiate each sound, each hum, every melodic chant that lulls me into a state of wellbeing, of peace, of contentment.
Just as each sip of coffee is a moment of time, a reflection, a pause, I am reminded of how simple it is to engage in these pleasures – to slowly inhale all that life has to offer. A cup of wisdom, a cornucopia of delights, mouthfuls of speculation, and the promise of things to come.
A ritual that signifies a new beginning as each day brings surprises that lie in wait, asking only that we take the time to notice the little things, to count our blessings and to send forth our happy thoughts as we too awaken, refreshed by every drop of liquid amber that passes through our lips. I am infused, and now, newly enthused. Ready to stir into action and embrace the feelings that surge with warmth into my being – I am alive.