Good Morning

I try and spend a couple minutes of silence in my backyard every morning. I have to let my dog out, so it gives me a reason to walk around, water my flowers and appreciate the fresh air. There is something about the morning air that hits differently. Society goes to sleep and in darkness does the earth rejuvenate her lungs. Free from the gaseous overflow of industrialization does she have time to breathe in the air from the trees and move her winds with the waters. Each morning is a white canvas being painted by the sip of your coffee, or a peek into the newspaper. Indulge in the artistry of your morning routine as you step into your car to go to work and smile at both your vehicle and chance to work at all. Some people have super high expectations and as wonderful as that is to have, grounding yourself in art and nature are valuable tools because they will always be here. The importance of treating our Earth well is weighted much by our connection to the Natural itself; we as human beings are mutual to that very concept. We are Human Nature, the very instances that constitute the metacognition - the part that allows us to think about how we think about things, how we live and are situated in this world in relation to what we hold most, and many much deeper ideals. We hold the key to articulating consciousness at the highest regard and as such are Earth's highest order of ambassadors but act much in the opposition. This is not a "let us band together and save Mother Earth" blog piece (as much as we should) but rather just hopefully a creative notion to keeping your eyes open in the morning, or all day for that matter. Live in reflection with nature and embrace the small moments you have going on everywhere around you. Let the moment you see soft rain drops trickle from a flower petal remind you of all the possibilities of the world. How such a wonderful resource just drops from the sky, falling onto tiny, fragile examples of the beauty in life itself.

For that walk around my backyard is one of my favourite times of the day. Time itself becomes unimportant, in fact structure of any kind gets lost in a blissful state of exuberance. I just walk around, fresh dew tickling bare feet, all because I was too impatient to throw shoes on. A connection with fresh grass is more prominent than a dull rubber though, no? All that is left is birds belting wake up calls, and flowers blooming to rays of recharged light that dulls through a morning fog. This very moment in Fall is interesting because I see grand trees turning orange, dropping dead leaves on potted flowers, that still birth beautiful blooms beneath. A feeling of renewal and beginning that is ever so inebriating. Before all the ideas, commercialization, and social media is shoved into an all too cluttered mind, I let my conscious run ramped in an open field, engorging in the space abroad.

And then it is time for espresso.