upward on the tapering notes of the one before it. I thought, "Morning
must be so happy to be greeted in this way each day," and smiled
sleepily as I remembered stories I've read about ancient (and present
day) cultures that made it a point to rise at dawn and join the birds
and other creatures in greeting the burgeoning day with song.
How have I lost that joy and sense of wonder as a new day begins? Is
it the hustle-bustle of modern-day living, apathy or just plain
laziness?
How about you? What is the ideal way to start YOUR day so that it
begins with joy and wonder?
Amoráh