The days continue to stretch out their borders, claiming time from the night.
And here in the valley, the birds tune their voices to welcome the dawn. Although this will reduce as their mating, hatching and fledging season will be drawing to a close in a few weeks.
Until then, I will enjoy their wake-up call.
I also appreciate the way the early morning light gradually makes its path down the valley sides. This means I don’t have to be up really early to catch the first rays on the wildflowers as they open their faces to the sun.
Like this buttercup. Isn’t it stunning?
Captured last week, this image has stayed with me as a prompt to wake up, to awaken the dawn of a new day, and be ready for all it could bring.
ON WAKING
I give thanks for arriving
John O’Donohue from Benedictus: A Book of Blessings
Safely in a new dawn,
For the gift of eyes
To see the world,
The gift of mind
To feel at home
In my life.
The waves of possibility
Breaking on the shore of dawn,
The harvest of the past
That awaits my hunger,
And all the furtherings
This new day will bring.