I bounced out of bed very early this morning, bundled myself up in layers of clothing and took to the mountain with Tater to watch the sunrise. It didn’t disappoint. All this thinking I’ve been doing lately about welcoming the day as a songbird does — with an optimistic heart and the fullness of joy — has me entirely enthralled with the birth of light and the breaking of day. I’m gripped by the very truth of it. Sunrise is such a bold thing. For light to sneak up slowly on the riffled, murky edges of night and to usurp it, inch by inch, until the world knows day, is such tremendous boldness.
Be bold, be bold, and everywhere be bold. [Herbert Spencer]
RW made me breakfast when I came home from my morning hike and we ate side by side in the sunny kitchen with the dogs and cat mewing and mooing at our feet. I can feel the ricocheting wisps of hope, fruition and energy bouncing about my soulbeams. My fingertips are live wires. The studio is on and warming up! I must delay computer work for the metal beckons!