Morning

 

I've never been a morning person, and I now have a dog who is not a "morning dog". We are a perfect match for each other. Taking in the morning slowly opens up my heart for clarity. I'm in no rush to feel the stress of all the demands that surrounds me. I know I've things to do. Things that I actually want to do. But I also need time to fully be awake, and take in the morning glory. In that way I can contribute to the world with my presence, instead of being stressed out of having to rush into the day. Not all mornings work like this. Sometimes I have commitments that makes me jump out of bed. I need those days as well. Today though, I've the best excuse to linger in bed. Never wake a sleeping baby. So for today, the world can wait a little bit.

Back home

Feb 19:I stepped out of the cab, and was unsure if I could walk on the cobble stones on the streets in Old Town. What if the weight of You not being there would make me trip and fall down?  This part of Stockholm I was about to enter is My Mormor. That part of town had my heart in a tight grip. I felt the arm of my friend around my shoulder, and my steps fell into an easy pace. My feet walked where they belonged.  On Your streets. Of course I should eat my first dinner out during this trip in Old Town. No other area would do. All my uncertainty vanished into the familiar. My roots were stubbornly still there. I was exactly where I was supposed to be.