The sun drew me out,
not gold this sunrise,
but lemon – sharp, sweet, bright, bright, bright.
We even ran a little bit
in the sweet, fresh, north-scented air.
Just beautiful.
Thank you, gods and guides and guardians, for this day.
My gratitude gift this morning is to return again to the lesson
in how to resist making myself smaller so that others can grow.
I’m not the only one who loses out if I don’t resist.
Remember that, greybird, remember that.
Hold my ground with grace and peace,
Take up my space with grace and peace,
…You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here…
By Max Ehrmann © 1927