Dreaming, Imagining, Feeling...

Sitting here in the quiet of the morning - even the sun has refused to peek his eye out over the hill. This is my magic time, when nothing happens but everything is started, and I dream in that half asleep daze between reality and fantasy.

I'm dreaming about my day, my year, my life.
I'm imagining that what inspiration I read from others', I also am giving and creating wildly, freely, without abandon.
I'm feeling what it would feel like to bleed my soul onto the pages of the world's journal.
I'm pretending that the aches in my heart and in my body will disappear as soon as my feet hit the ground.
I'm witnessing the passage of time and am hoping that I've squeezed every moment of love from each second.
I'm banishing the fears and the self judgement that pops up into my mind not quite awake, laughing deliriously at the nonsense that comes up.
I'm relishing in the sensations of warm creamy coffee and fluffy pillows and cozy covers.

My heart pumps.
My lungs fill.

Over
And
Over
And
Over

This is my moment.
To be present and call in the day.
To call in my clients.
To create my life.
Every day.

Over
And
Over
And
Over

Today is ours.
What will you make of it?