A Prayer of Morning Gratitude

Photo by Valeriia Miller on Unsplash

In the dark and cold end of January, it is sometimes hard for me to sit fully in the space of being alive in the world. In those moments, if I narrow my vision to one small good thing, I can start to expand again.

Breath deep enough to touch the edge of my last dream

hold it long enough to journal it

watch it surf my exhale to join the unseen molecules.

Seeing my face in the mirror and knowing it.

Steady walk from room to room

followed by the triplet pattern of the cat's paws on hardwood.

Eyes closed over steaming tea

as I gather in my mind

the face of every soul who loves me.