Sometimes when morning comes there are whispers, or fragments of whispers, lingering just at the edge of my thoughts. They might be leftover pieces of dreams or newborn ideas for a new day. Morning whispers are wise and true. They are the voice of my creator.
I hear my whispers most clearly when I am very still in my heart and mind but active in my body. This is why I love to walk in the mornings. I most prefer walking out-of-doors but during the heat of this past summer I walked on a treadmill at a local gym. I fell into the habit of watching morning news programs as I walked. My poor whispers were drowned out by the yack yack yack of reporters, witnesses and experts but all that talk did nothing to feed my spirit or nurture my soul.
Cooler weather is finally here and, happily, I am back to walking in the fresh, beautiful air. As I walk I listen and with each step I gain clarity and focus for the new day.
i thank you God for most this amazing day
for the greenly leaping spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky
and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes
- ee cummings