Good morning sunshine ☀️
The sun does not rise for us.
The earth spins to meet it,
and when it’s time,
we tuck ourselves neatly away
into the long blanket of night
dotted with stars, like loose
threads.
We roll ourselves over,
resting, restless,
to the other edge of the bed
until we rise again,
flipping our belly once more
to the sun who is not waiting,
who rises for no one.
As a counterpoint to my thoughts on “everything is for me,” may I offer this: “nothing is for me.” Humility and presence, at the same time.
Speaking of sunrises and sleeping, how’s your bedtime routine?