It begins - always - as just another day....as just another chance to show up once and again....to practice.
It begins - always - with letting go of the expectation and allowing whatever will be to unfold in whatever way it should.
It begins - always - with listening.
To the sound of the hundreds of birds in the distant trees. To the sound of quiet.
It begins - always - with looking and seeing.
The soft colors of the morning light.
It begins - always - with trusting and knowing that these hundreds of birds have the wisdom of their own internal compasses to guide.
It begins - always - with presence and awaress and one long slow deep breath.