“When you’re in motion, the form will emerge.” ~ Michael Hyatt
Day One…in motion. I have a confession, this is a journey we’ll take together.
The form is emerging.
The photo in the header was taken at sunrise, on a day much like this one:
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I begin most days with a dawn walk to the bay. Nine blocks on brick streets lined with oaks, jacarandas, and palms, past an eclectic mix of homes and vintage apartment buildings built 1910-1950, in and out of the rich fragrance of gardenia, jasmine, fruit blossoms. Sometimes it’s dark when I head out. A time when bats fly and possums venture to cross streets. Sometimes the sky already creeping toward day. A friend once asked why I do it, this early walk. I couldn’t understand the question. The light, I thought. So uncommon from other times of day. How it changes, reflects, colors the sky, water, air. The gathering of shore birds, I thought. How they do their thing squawking and peeping, pecking and stalking, flying in formation, slapping wings on water, swooping up and around as a tribe. The different melodies of birdsong, I thought. How the mockingbird sings for them all. How they quiet, disappear with the sun. It’s magical, I thought. The calm before the world starts its roar. My blessing bathed in gorgeous sunrise clothes. “It’s my Church,” I told her.
We all have one, don’t we?
A Favorite: The sight of pelicans in a line, gliding inches above water.
A Secret: I long to see Earth from Space.
Beautiful picture, lovely words. Welcome to Bloglandia!
Thank You, Vicki!
I love this one. And I have to say, I don’t understand the question either. This morning I passed a man, both of us walking past a blooming cherry tree. He had his face down looking at his phone. I thought why? Why aren’t you looking at that cherry tree?
Thank you, Nancy!
There’s a pic circulating fb of a man on board a boat, his face intent on his phone as a whale surfaces inches away. So close he could reach, touch it. The commentary that the whale passed by several times, and the man never once looked up. How could he not hear that expansive expulsion of air, I thought. How could he not hear! And yet, sometimes when I’m walking, my thoughts deep into whatever’s up inside me, I must remind myself to look, see, be present. Because consciousness is just that: conscious. My morning walks will always be phone-free. Always a time to align myself with the splendor of living life on earth.
Very beautiful essay and photo. I love the phrase, “The calm before the world starts it’s roar.”
Best,
Susan