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'M' is for
morning
My morning
starts when my ears respond to the crescendo of avian noises sneaking in
through the closed doors. As if, all the notes of a musical instrument have been
pressed simultaneously. Well, even that at that spiritual hour feels like a
boon.
Moreover, it brings to the fore the
blessedness of being alive and responsive. That your senses are alert enough to
soak in the uniqueness of the atmospherics. The feeling creates joyful and blissful
vibrations. The gentle act of waking up and the consciousness of that happening,
manifest the silent welcome you accord to the birth of a new day. The
motivating forces slowly take charge to
set the benign character of the day.
Morning time is sacred and resonates piety. It
is pure and virgin unpolluted by the frenzy of human activity. Darkness of the
night gives place not only to the light of the day but also symbolizes the lesson
of hope a new bloom generates while embellishing your yard. Morning time is
fresh and cool as a flower, which is tenderly opening up out of its bud as a gorgeous
entity.
Being a retiree, my morning is wholly solely
my own. I’m under no scrutiny. I follow a flexible ritualistic blueprint. I consider following a routine as the byword for
ensuring the success of the day. It also promotes mental and physical wellness.
Drawing the curtains aside, I’ve a glimpse
of the early morning freshness, imbibing internally the special ambiance of the
moment. My gaze rests on the flowerpots and the new blooms resplendent in their
virgin glory beckoning me to be with them. The spring flowers seem irresistible.
Out I go to have a close meeting with them. Our eyes meet in deep
understanding. Sometimes a tiny dewdrop perched on the edge of a flower petal
or a blade of grass catch attention. You gape at it in wonder. The artistry of
nature is beyond replication.
Unlocking
the gate, I come back inside. Sipping my morning cup of tea, I visualize my day.
A new day is always brimming with possibilities. Like a bud before it transforms
itself into heavenly hues. It makes you conscious about the potential of
novel insights to explore and enjoy. You mind map your day to pick, choose and balance
the pragmatics of the prospects. Essential it is; otherwise, you waste time in
loosely planned, half-hearted efforts.
Wrapped in the serenity of the moment, I move
around, slowly and steadily, performing the usual tasks in a relaxed mode, awaiting
and hopeful for a fulfilling day. The act is akin to meditation. It involves
soothing concentration. The presence of
an energizing life force palpable in the transparency of the morning exudes
positivity and inspiration. Spontaneously the silence of the mind repeats words
of a personal prayer and thankfulness to omnipresent Almighty for the umpteen
benedictions floating modestly.
The natural
flow of the day, surefooted as it is takes over the mechanics of the onward
journey soon.
Friends,welcome here as always!