The Morning Hour

Waking up to a productive day means starting fresh and full of energy. I love the early morning hours just before sunrise. I sit at my desk, working and watching the dawn break in the east through a large bay window. The world has rested, and some third-shift workers head home to recharge after finishing their shifts. I begin to thrive once again.

The beauty of an ambitious nature lies in its harmony with the universe, and I immediately feel Mother Earth's energies awakening my mind, body, and soul. Sleepy eyes widen with the heightened expectations that have patiently waited for a new day’s start. I am at my best during the morning hours. Given the blessing of breath that offers opportunities to renew life with the usefulness of what love I can muster.

By the time afternoon arrives, I have accomplished many tasks. When nightfall settles upon my exhaustion, I lie upon a pillow of comforting thoughts that will awaken me in the mental cockcrow for another chance to prove myself alive and well.

I will see you in the trenches of a day of achievements, earned with enough care to get out of bed.

Good morning, world!

Hire me, and I'll meet you in the morning, where life happens.