When I wake in the morning, my mind slowly gathers, and I begin to move, the early morning light just starting to seep in.
I have a glass of water, start the coffee, then meditate. Then I enjoy the coffee, a good book, and the quiet before the dust and din and steam of the day begins. Then I write.
This is my Lovely Morning, and I get an inordinate amount of pleasure from it."
I fear growing old… not because of wrinkles, loss of hearing, or grey hair… not even because of death. I fear growing old for the loss of passion and an inspired life. I fear the world and its dollars will imprison me, rob me of my rights. I fear being beaten until I am broken, becoming the adults that surround me, only existing, void of light.