Joy in the Morning

After suffering for two weeks with a cold that was so bad I began to think it was the flu, I awoke Sunday morning well. I sat in bed waiting on the aches, sneezing and coughing. They never came. It was nothing short of a miracle to me. I had not been able to set up for any length of time. I could not bear to hear my phone ring or any other noise for that matter. Except for checking in with my family to let them know I was OK, my phone was off. I was imposing self-induced isolation. That is the way I cope with illness.

But, on Sunday morning, it was all over. I sat there mediating and giving thanks for my healing. I then went to my favorite spot (the window of the bathroom adjacent to my bedroom), looked out at the new day and was once again the recipient of a breath taking sunrise. The results are the above photos.

Who would not want to witness such beauty? I truly felt the joy of that new morning.

Later, while viewing the results of my mini photo shoot, I was reminded of the many people we encounter in a life time. The airplane vapors streaking across the morning sky reminded me of people who come into our lives. Our paths crossing just that quickly.

Eventually, only we remain with our individual fleeting memories of the encounter. I prayed that the people I had met would remember me fondly. I prayed that once they left my life, for what ever reason, they thought their lives were richer for the experience.

I am grateful for those experiences and I am thankful for the people who helped to create them.

The rest of the day was spent making phone calls to family and friends thanking them for their positive energy. It was a good day. and for that I am so grateful!