Morning

It's a fresh morning.

Waking up into: blue sky, sun

Waking up into: chores, commitments from the past that linger into the now.

Waking up into: sending out awareness. Feeling my heart.

Waking up into: family, connections , shuffling about to fit together

Waking up into:

questions... what is it that ...
questions, I leave open ended...
questions I dismiss to not matter...
since...

I am Waking up into myself. That can never be a question.


Answers are not that which matter in this mix. I dont want any ideas of what to make this into yet.

I am still yawning, still feeling and taking the time, the relationships that time represents to just be present.

Namaste