Her Morning Ritual
The sun is yet to shine
But she knows that will
Everyday it comes up
Sometimes bright, sometimes hidden
It never fails
As the lone bright star
Twinkles between two trees
Their leaves rustling softly
A quiet peace rests in her heart
A new dawn
She starts her day with gratitude
Thankful, hopeful, wondering
How she can best serve her universe
To see the beauty all around
How should she rise?
Is it a day to shine brightly?
Is it a day of mindful observation?
Is it a day of hard work or should she rest?
Pondering, unattached to feel what stirs in her
The star gets shy and hides behind one of the trees
Reminding her that even when everything is still
Her heart, her mind and the world around her
The universe never stops moving
It allows her to leave yesterday behind her
She wraps precious memories in her heart and let's go of anything else
That does not serve her
She cannot take baggage into her future as she needs the space to fill herself with beauty
What is she being shown on this new day
This quiet time of reflection is open to the infinite possibilities that guide her
In order to see, she must look
In order to hear, she must listen
The pitch of the new day offers solitude and silence to unravel her thoughts
Allowing the beating of her heart to be her rhythm of the day
She feels the melody to set the tone
Some days fast, some days slow
What song will be hers to dance with today?
Along with a steaming mug, a cold elixir
The dichotomy of life presents itself to offer her choices
What will she choose today?
Happiness, excitement, joy & laughter?
To never give up and make her own happy ever after?
All she knows is that she must fill herself up with goodness, compassion and love
There is a hint of light now upon the horizon
Soon the world will come to life
Instilling herself with all she needs to show up fully and authentically
With grace, humility and purpose
She is ready to begin the day
The sun is yet to shine
But she knows that will
Everyday it comes up
Sometimes bright, sometimes hidden
It never fails
If this poem found you at the right moment, She Is Healing — the first poetry collection on The Path — may be calling you. It was written for women who are finding their way back to themselves.
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