Morning Daze

In the mornings I emerge through my slightly open eyes, disoriented and confused by the demands of activity. There are so many things one could do at the dawn of a new day. The dog walking calls, the bed making rings, the weight room sounds loudly, the meditation cushion whispers boringly, and the iPhone screams deafeningly. So many things to do that there’s nothing to do. Not at first anyways.

Before my feet take steps onto a path that might define the day, at least set its course, there must be a consultation with conscious. not about this or that specific task, but about the attitude towards the Good. Am I willing to do the best I can today or even just right now. No matter how lowly and humble that might be. Is there a heart of gold behind that tattered white shirt and worn down overcoat?

There needn’t be a fuss in the divided mind, just a singular commitment to do the best you can in earnest and let the purity of intention light he way forward. An exhale to purify. you need not fuss, only sink into the eternal presence that is the backdrop of all existence.

… There is something I feel that needs to be released, but I know not what. Do I tighten my focus to find it or loosen my grip to let it come to me? Water needs to be drank and blueberries eaten so i’ll tend to these first.