I could not sleep.
I lay still and wondered why
I ate too much last night. I read too much.
Tried to stop my mind
sink into sensation of heavy limbs and body’s warmth
no use against these currents sweeping me upstream
whirling pools of worry to devastate my rest.
Perhaps it is not too early to get up.
I shake off heavy blankets of late summer
stand up and walk to the door to push
to feel the familiar click that gives way to opening,
and step into September dawn.
Treasures of light spread wide
before me like sudden gifts
Rosy pinks fall into soothing blues as
the sun prepares to anoint me with her light.
Dark spines of needled pines pierce gauzy mist .
And I walk down to water’s edge to
receive
this sacrament of sunrise.
—Catharine H. Murray
Catharine H. Murray 
Beautiful! Thank you for sharing! ð«¶ð½
September is certainly a new beginning for us⦠I got a job offer and we are packing up and moving to Virginia!!! I start October 2nd and am feeling so grateful ðð¾â¦ Jaya also just turned threeð¥°ð¥³
Wishing you a beautiful fall.
Innocentia
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I’m sorry you couldn’t sleep, but what a lovely creative work that came from it. My favorite line: Dark spines of needled pines pierce gauzy mist .
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So lovely, Catharine – thank you for sharing! I love the deliberate pacing and step-by-step invitation to join you in your morning ritual as you “receive this sacrament of sunrise.” Gave me chills to read that line — gorgeous!
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It is a brave soul who leaves the warmth of bed and blankets. You remind us of the gifts that await should one take the leap.
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