Morning Magic

It’s such a wonderful time of the year. It’s perfect for reading, perfect for writing, for any activities you can do while sitting by the window where colorful autumn leaves are making their free fall. Now the trees are becoming bare, exposing their most vulnerable skin. It’s that time of the year- you feel like being vulnerable as well by exposing your emotions and senses to the raw intensity. You just want to feel the chilly breeze on your skin and inhale the autumn magic in the air as deep as you can. You just want to put on your fuzzy scarves and hats and step out to the sidewalk covered with dense autumn leaves that will scream their last cry under your feet. Yes, the last cry is very near. Winter is quickly approaching. The first snow is forecast in the next ten days. Just in time for the winter solstice.

Every chilly morning, my daughter wakes me up just a little after 6 am. I groan, at the first sign of her awakening. Then my slight frustration turns into an immediate laughter as I watch her quickly sit up and bounce on the mattress. She points to the window and says, “Mommy, it’s morning!” Her excitement is so obvious, so contagious. “Yes, it is morning, let’s get moving!” I say. I give her a piggyback ride as we walk down the steps singing, “Good morning, good morning, good morning to you!” Every morning is a gift, a new beginning, a new adventure arising, and every day is a blessing from God. I open all the blinds in the living room. It’s still dark out there, but I don’t want to miss the first morning light. Then, I bundle up my little girl in her winter jacket, slip tiny Hello Kitty slippers on her little feet before we step outside to the balcony. I hold her warm, tiny hand. She looks up at me and says “Mommy, where are your shoes?” I give her a warm smile as I breathe in the still dark, fresh dawn air. I say, “Maybe we will shop for some slippers today!” But what I am really saying in my heart is…

“I love to feel the cold chill on my feet. I love the keen sense it gives me… It makes me feel alive. It gives me conviction that I can still feel things. I don’t want to wear fuzzy slippers to protect my bare feet. I choose to feel the freezing dampness of this balcony floor. I want to be aware- aware of how each morning temperature drops day by day, how winter is really just around the corner… I want to memorize these cold autumn mornings transforming into full winter vividly. So that every chilly morning I face while I am alive, I can remember these cold dark mornings I spent with you here in this balcony, here in this apartment, here in this part of the world… here on this earth. And these early mornings in the darkness before the dawn will always be my guiding light. I will love each morning as I love you. I will receive each day as you welcome it. I will never forget the sacredness of life lived in fearless love.”

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