Out of bed in the early dark.
The coffee grinder breaks the silence and begins the day.
She lights the candle, a green one, and moves her attention into the flame.
Washing your hair can be an invocation.
Selecting your scarf can be a prayer.
Packing your lunch can be a spell.
Driving to work along the river can be an act of deep relation.
Picture found here.
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Is that your own poem? It’s lovely!
my life is like this too !
I love starting my day before dawn by lighting a candle and listening to the ringing silence…