“Some mornings whisper before they sing yet still, they rise, and so do we.”

There’s something about the way light rests on the water before the day knows its name

a stillness that speaks louder than certainty.

The sun doesn’t ask for permission to rise it simply does.

And in its quiet emergence through the softened veil of clouds,

it reminds us that we too can arrive gently,

without a plan, without an answer just with presence.

This morning, I watched light kiss the water’s skin,

thousands of glistening reflections of sunlight dancing like diamonds on the surface,

each one a reflection of something waiting to be seen

something already within me, quietly asking to be noticed.

Sometimes, we don’t know what the day will bring.

We don’t have to.

The sky still opens.

The sun still climbs.

The water still glistens.

Gratitude isn’t in the knowing

it’s in the noticing.

And today, I noticed…

the way breath feels like a beginning,

the way stillness can sing,

the way the soul thirsts for light

just as the body thirsts for water.

So drink, dear one

drink from the sky’s unfolding,

from the well of your own quiet joy.

Let your cells and your spirit both be nourished.

Let the day meet you in your softness.

Let love rise with you, like the sun.

~Kerri-Elizabeth~