“When you’re in motion, the form will emerge.” ~ Michael Hyatt
Day One…in motion. I have a confession, this is a journey we’ll take together.
The form is emerging.
The photo in the header was taken at sunrise, on a day much like this one:
I begin most days with a dawn walk to the bay. Nine blocks on brick streets lined with oaks, jacarandas, and palms, past an eclectic mix of homes and vintage apartment buildings built 1910-1950, in and out of the rich fragrance of gardenia, jasmine, fruit blossoms. Sometimes it’s dark when I head out. A time when bats fly and possums venture to cross streets. Sometimes the sky already creeping toward day. A friend once asked why I do it, this early walk. I couldn’t understand the question. The light, I thought. So uncommon from other times of day. How it changes, reflects, colors the sky, water, air. The gathering of shore birds, I thought. How they do their thing squawking and peeping, pecking and stalking, flying in formation, slapping wings on water, swooping up and around as a tribe. The different melodies of birdsong, I thought. How the mockingbird sings for them all. How they quiet, disappear with the sun. It’s magical, I thought. The calm before the world starts its roar. My blessing bathed in gorgeous sunrise clothes. “It’s my Church,” I told her.
We all have one, don’t we?
A Favorite: The sight of pelicans in a line, gliding inches above water.
A Secret: I long to see Earth from Space.