Mornings with Her

San Mateo, Alajuela, Costa Rica

Mornings with her

It’s hard to not be softened by the slow rising of the sun

To be stilled by her pace that cannot be hurried

To be quieted by the silence of a morning that has yet to dawn

Our minds don’t toss to and fro in the uncertainty of what may happen next. We know she will show herself, for she always does

Instead, we wait. We breathe in the in-between. We stretch the confines of time as it seamlessly drifts us from one moment into the next

In such slowness, the subtleties are not so subtle

Here, we can feel her warmth seep beneath the surface of our skin into the depths

We watch her shapeshift the land from dark silhouettes into full-bodied life - into mountains and trees that reach outward as if they wish to touch us

She alone has the power to change the sky

To restore faith to a world of despair

To give life to those who are ready to see it once more in the world around them

We need only see her light, feel her light, and be in her light to receive it

We needn’t linger, nor do we need to see her

A fleeting moment is enough, if it is felt. To close our eyes and think about her is enough to bring her to life as if we could see and feel the way she touches the world

To spent but a well-lived moment with her can make all the difference between living in the light or living in the dark

What will you choose? How do you receive her?