Morning's mood

I'm pretty sure today is a beautiful day.

It's still morning, so it's not quite

deep enough into the day to tell,

but I think it will be.

And I don't mean beautiful as in sunny

and warm and refreshing

with a slight breeze.

I'm not talking about the weather.

I think today is going to be beautiful

for all its mundane moments.

Today's little things -- books to read,

places to go, food to eat --

have started to gather and

it's gonna be good.

I can tell.

And you know what,

to heck with all of that,

I want to create meaning and

substance and depth from nothing.

I want to do it everyday.

I want to live my life looking

for redemption in a sprinkler

and transcendence in the steam rising

from a pot of boiling water.

I want to look for God in the rain

that is just about to drop from

the heavy clouds at this very moment.

So maybe I am talking about the weather.

Sunrise in my bedroom...

 

SUNRISE IN MY BEDROOM...

My bedroom is orange--the ceiling and all.

Stepping into my room is like stepping

into a sunset. I love it because it always

feels warm and subdued in there.

I found myself leaning again

toward the strong oranges in the sky.

I crave that subdued warmth and beauty.

There will be another day for me

and the soft blues and golds.

Orange throws its arms around you

and holds you close and smiles

in your face the way no other color does...