Mornings...
Mornings start with awakening into a moment of peaceful light, and then memory comes, reminding me of everything. Then there is the moment of decision, am I going down emotionally into despair or am I not? Lately it's more "not" which is nice for me, and for those around me. Then I start looking at the world in my mind's eye, seeing the planet, looking at places where there is conflict, looking at the wonders of nature, perceiving and imagining. I imagine people with guns putting them down on the ground. I imagine fighter jets being parked, and war ships dropping anchor. I imagine the factories where the weapons are made, shutting down and going silent. I imagine hungry people being fed and children playing without fear of bombs or soldiers. I see, in my minds eye, the gardens and fields and food forests of Earth, thriving. I imagine all the stray dogs and cats having homes where they are loved. One thing leads to the next, from the ceasing of violence to the thriving of life.
Then I get up and start my day.
