Another Cabin Morning

and a peaceful awakening

Another Cabin Morning

there is no urgency in the mornings here…

only the slow awakening of the sky,
stretching herself awake in soft ribbons of gold and rose,
as though she, too, has nowhere else she needs to be.

the lake never asks for anything.
it simply receives…
the light,
the clouds,
the breeze,
the reflections of another day beginning.

and somehow,
so do i.

the cabin has always been the place that remembers me…
before the noise,
before the expectations,
before i forgot how healing it is
to simply exist.

each sunrise feels like forgiveness.
a quiet reminder
that every morning is another beginning…
another chance to choose peace,
to soften,
to start again.

the loons announce the dawn
with songs that seem older than memory.
the geese drift by with their gentle conversations.
crows greet the morning with their familiar certainty.
even the neighbors’ cattle,
calling for breakfast across the fields,
become part of the hymn.

nothing here competes for my attention.
everything simply belongs.

and in that belonging,
i remember my own.

and, that is why i always return…
not because this place changes me,
but because it quietly brings me back
to the truest version of myself.

here,
under a sky that never rushes the sun,
with the water holding every color it is given…

i remember that life was never meant
to be measured by how quickly we move.

sometimes,
we are simply here…

to witness.

to breathe.

to listen.

to enjoy

to exist peacefully.