Dawn breaks ruby over the prairie. Soft high clouds diffuse the glow as geese fly above. Their formation triggers my awareness of my impending migration. Homeward, today I begin my return.
As I was chanting my ritual mantras, the geese chimed in. We sang together a while, our chorus of gratitude for another day, fresh and full.
How does you day begin? What do you sing in the morning? Ki to Happiness laughs and cries in joy for this new day.