Dear Morning, thank you for holding me when I awaken. My time with you is so nourishing that I often dwell in your space for longer than this world might encourage. The serenade of birds, and the splendid presence of my love resting beside me settles my roots so I may rise with a song of my own, rest affirmed for a day of divine design. The coolness of air that I walk through is a welcomed shiver as my slippered feet make way to the kettle. My curly hair wild and free thanks me for my care-less creativity to let each strand be. My hands washed by the soothing lather of my own handmade soap, do I remember that clean hands are made to get dirty. How might I dig deep into who I am and how I am who I am. Trusting this morning is a foundation, gently pushing me to rise, like a stem that reaches for the light. It’s sacred and secret the organic unfolding of our time together. It’s as if you’ve read my spine illuminating wisdom that stretches me, hydrates me, feeds me and moves me. I’ve grown to know that when I come home to night, it is then where my reservoir is filled so that I may settle my roots tomorrow and rise with a song of my own, rest affirmed for another day of divine design.