I’m not a morning person. At least, I didn’t used to be. Now? I’m usually awake around 6 a.m. and greet the sunrise on the front porch handing out kibble to the feral cats. Sometimes, I even grab a photo. But I’m not a morning person. My brain is sluggish and demands its caffeine fix. I tend to sit at my desk, sipping coffee and staring out the window as it grows lighter. Sometimes, I’ll check email and blogs. Or not. I certainly don’t start writing. Usually. That said, when I opened this email from the Universe, I understood the message, and how vital it is during these times.

I so love mornings. All of earth’s energies are zipping, zapping and crackling in alignment. The stars have been tucked in bed. The nightingales begin dreaming their dreams. And the sugar plum fairies try hard not to be seen.

But best of all, Silver, I love mornings because it’s when the “Giants” return to earth — stretching, yawning, squinting and rolling — remembering without quite remembering, sometimes for just the flickering of a second, that all is right in the world and that their greatness has never needed to be proven.

Like you, “Big Foot” –
The Universe
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Now, Silver, to work on remembering this for the rest of the day…

FYI, that’s a photo I took one morning from the front porch. I don’t have a date on it but we often get spectacular sunrises. And sunsets. It’s all in day’s time, right? And we do need to remember the peace and the quiet, and that yes, for just a flickering moment in time, all is right in the world. Big Foot here, asking what’s right in your neck of the world?