There is something about the dawn that feels magical to me…Maybe it’s the freshness of a new day coming after a period of darkness. Or maybe its the stillness and the quiet lacking expectation. I love lighting a candle, playing the flute, writing in my journal by the dim light of the candle, sitting quietly honoring the passage of night to day and invoking help to be present and embody love throughout the new day. I find peace in waiting with ease and grace for the unfolding of the magic of dark becoming light and being present to new opportunities offered each day.
