Morning Thoughts~
My Sundays begin in the early morning quiet. I climb out of bed, pull on my pajama bottoms, open the blinds and curtains to let the light in, and head for the kitchen for coffee. I pour my coffee and then head back to my room to sit in the quiet to listen and feel into what it is I want to share or needs to be shared with the group on that day. This Sunday was the same. In addition to sitting, sipping my coffee, sitting quietly and listening, I felt the sudden urge to write. I could feel this ache in my heart, a tenderness that was rising to the surface. So I grabbed my pen and journal and listened. From there on out, I just try to keep up with the words I hear. Here's my entry: May 3, 2020 My heart is tender and aching for something, but I don't know what it is. Maybe I am feeling the tender emotions of the world this morning? Maybe there is a sadness in the air, a waiting, an atmosphere of worry hanging about that I am picking up on? Whatever it is, I feel it. ...