What would happen…
if we chose to:
let birdsong be our alarm.
look at the moon setting instead of our phone. Same glow, different source.
let the text we read be her poem, again.
let the mail we read be that letter from you, penciled treasure.
let time be something we dance with, rather than wrestle.
let our grip on results loosen, let blood flow back in to our hands.
All of these choices, all of them, are ours, at the before of everything, when morning meets us barefaced, unagenda’d, reckless with wonder,
This is my response to Seth Godin’s post.
There is a thread I follow, and it is morning.
My friend Saundra Goldman, offers a longer response on a similar topic, on mornings and how to have a better day. Lots of good inspiration here!
How about you?
Leave me your response in the comments.