A Gentle Beginning

nurture

May 29

At the turn of morning when a clouded sky is quietly backlit by the faint glow of a rising sun, a silver light illuminates, lightly at first, barely touching the edges of things, then growing more and more broad with the passing minutes. I can’t help but see it, a quiet beauty. A gentle beginning. A hopeful reminder.

A reminder that I can take to my days the same: gently, softly, steadily. I can know that every day isn’t the high trumpet blast, energy explosion that my head often says is necessary to accompany the tasks at hand. Hard work often just means steady work, thoughtful work, intentional work (thank goodness) and when considered that way, it can curiously feel lighter, like non-work, somehow, where simple engagement accomplishes things by degrees, by increments, by the smallest graduated mark. Compounded, the goodness of another day is put down in the books.

So it’s time. I’ll brew a cup of tea, spend a few moments in quiet reflection, and begin.

Wishing you a gentle beginning to the week's work, loves.