Sacred Morning

This morning I woke feeling that every muscle had been used as a basketball. I remembered that I went swimming last night. I decided to roll over and dream some more. Morning is sacred to me. Morning is the blend of the unconscious dream state and the waking state. It is a precious and precarious time each day. Once it is gone it can't be found until the next day. I try to schedule any appointments for afternoon or preferably not at all. Each day is the invention of a life.

When I lived with musicians they started playing music while their tea water was boiling. Morning is pure and sacred.