Morning Beginnings

Each day I awaken to a fresh start, for each night’s sleep is a practice death.

I realized today that summer is my favorite season because I can have the windows open without freezing. I love breathing in flowery and earthy scents on the soft breezes that bring back the feeling of pleasant times past, and enjoy the present sensation of the air curling around my arms, and playing about my face as I type.  I revel in the coolness of the morning, and the slower pace of life as I drink coffee and prepare to jump into the day’s bustle.




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2 thoughts on “Morning Beginnings”

  1. Love the thought that sleep is practicing death. Now if only lucid dreaming worked and my dreams were pleasanter. And rather than say it doesn’t work, I must admit, to not practicing diligently. Moreover, how lucky I am to have a life where my dreams at their worse do not mirror my life.

    Thank you for provoking thought.

    1. Thank you so much for taking the time to comment. Thinking about that sentence, I only meant the being asleep part, and not really about dreams, because some dreams are horrible, and I hate to think that any afterlife would be like dreaming! Now, if an afterlife were like my good dreams, that would be alright, but even then, I’m often frustrated by limitations or not getting what I need, etc.
      I’m glad you liked the post!

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