I was struck with this beautiful writing, describing how we view the start of our day and the choices we make. “The dawn brings it’s own gifts. My daily task is to see them.” YES! I’m a teacher, and this is what I do every day. “Children bring their own gifts. My daily task is to see them.”
Rising in silence
Spirit of sorrow and joy
Erasing the night
I watch the sun rise from my doorstep. Inside, the humdrum necessities await. Outside, the small dog explores the garden with the same excitement every morning. Birds sing, the weather, fair or foul, reveals itself and adds its definition to the possibilities to come. I am poised on the brink of belief.
I have a choice. I can face the day ahead with weariness, plodding through its demands, resentment building. I can accept the daily gauntlet of challenges. Or embrace them with open arms, knowing that what comes, must be. The dawn brings its own gifts. My daily task is to see them.