I wake up happy, as if the happiness
were already seeded before I woke.
As if all I have to do to love the day
is breathe. So I breathe. And love
meets me right where I am.
There are days we know we are lucky—
lucky just to wake. Perhaps it’s because
we have known dismal days when
just rising felt like strike three.
But today,I rise with happiness as present
as the dark before the dawn—not
because I deserve it, but because
it’s as natural as the milky way
spilled across the sky, as
normal as the night itself
stretched out like a blanket
to warm the sleeping world.
A very happy birthday to you!
a most love-filled birthday Rosemerry!
thank you! I feel it!
Happy Birthday Rosemerry. For me in many ways my 50 s were the best years of my life. I wish that for you as well. Blessings
thank you, Jan, I have a feeling this is how it will be for me, too!