1 - Introduction: Dawn – Waking Up
In the early morning hours of late November, I was struck by the darkness and coolness while gazing outside of my open window. I was quietly contemplating the past, what might come today, and what the future might hold. Deep philosophical thoughts often come to me over my morning coffee while I sit safe and warm in the comfort that is the home I created. As the Earth continued to turn toward the sun, I took in a deep breath to prepare for a beautiful show and I was not disappointed. There is a beautiful energy to sunrise that most miss unless they patiently watch with open hearted curiosity. This moment felt particularly special. Watching the sunrise has always felt like a sacred greeting or deep initiation that is soon rewarded with spectacular array of colors painted wildly vivid and then slowly fading into the normal blue sky and surrounds.
This day and moment was special to me. It’s not that I haven’t seen a sunrise before but this sunrise was just different. I sat transfixed by the sights and sounds, and I deeply appreciated the reality of the city stirring – waking up. Maybe that’s why I love mornings so much because it is yet another chance in our lives to wake up, learn and become more aware of the grace in our lives and be touched by the light of the entirety of the cosmos. I wrote this poem that morning to commemorate a return to awareness and a path I had diverged from more than a decade ago. This time, no trepidation. This time, I held only curiosity and courage…hard won sentiments and gifts given in the course of my life…blessings of time if you will.
Before the world fully awoke, something in me stirred…
A Morning of Grace
The trees stood, silhouetted sentinels
Emerging from the last traces of night,
Morning’s gentle brush painted broad swaths
Of smoky pink and orange light
Blanketing the view from my window—
A quiet unveiling, soft and bright.
The hum of distant highway traffic
Streams in with the cool morning air,
I become a silent witness
To this strange beauty—unfolding, rare—
Moment by moment, on an ordinary day,
In the tender hush of life’s daily affairs.
As if beauty couldn’t gather more notes,
Faint birdsong drifts in—
Soft at first, then drawing near
As Earth slowly turns to face the day.
Coffee warm, against crisp air,
Light emerging, darkness held at bay.
Witnessing, in silence, the uplifting birdsong,
Grateful for this moment in time,
This precious instant, deeply watched,
Each breath unique, each heartbeat a sign
That this moment, treasured and close,
Will not return—never again align.
When the turning in your world
Brings chaos, disappointment, or frustration,
Pare back your thoughts, your plans, your motion—
Return to simplicity, to quiet observation.
If you calm yourself into presence,
You might discover the notes of grace’s revelation.
That grace, woven through all that exists,
Awaits the open, vulnerable heart—
Meet it face to face, with curious hope,
And you’ll find your life set apart.
You’ll see how precious every form is,
Every moment—a masterpiece of art.
Thankful for this day, I send silent blessings—
Of gratitude, of peace, and gentle ways to everything and everyone.
May each passing moment infuse
Precious grace, to light all days.
Every day is another opportunity to live, to learn, and to love. Making that seemingly simple concept more precious is the idea that no matter what it is we encounter in a day, our lives mean something. Maybe you don’t yet realize what your life means or you haven’t thought about giving it meaning or becoming aware of the meaning it has to others. You may not have become aware of the light of grace weaving its way through your life and striving with an ever-present energy just waiting for you to notice it. When you do, and when you feel the light of that grace, you will begin to see things differently. You might be able to follow the beauty of a moment into the grace lighting the way for you attain precious wisdom in your life.
We encounter moments in our lives in one way or another that seemingly takes away from or mars our experience of safety, love, or trust. You might feel safer limiting your world view through a sense of lack, scarcity, or fear. You wouldn’t be wrong. Some things in this world just seem to randomly happen at the worst time – no explanation – no rhyme – no reason – just random chaos or seeming darkness. In such moments it may be hard to imagine anything could ever be light again. But, as luck would have it…we often encounter situations that give birth to our awakening. We may then come to realize that everything on Earth is transient and impermanent. When you want everything to remain exactly as it is forever and ever, this truth may be devastating. But if you are in a darker moment of your life, this truth may be just the thing that lights you up and brings you hope and strength enough to carry on.
Every awakening has a beginning, though most of us do not recognize it at the time. Long before we know how to name the sacred, we encounter it in subtle ways—through light, through intuition, through a sudden knowing that feels older than we are. These early moments become the quiet architecture of our inner life, the foundation upon which all later wisdom stands.
If Dawn is the soul remembering itself, then the lessons that follow are how the Earth teaches us to walk with that remembering. My own journey began with a single moment—unexpected, uninvited, yet profoundly shaping. I didn’t understand then that it was the first touch of grace - only that something in me opened, gently but unmistakably.
And so the first teacher of my life arrived not in the form of a person, but in the form of a broken vase of roses…




