I woke up early today (though, and, it’s all relative); earlier than I would have expected, earlier than was my preference. The gift in it is: a slower morning. Time to write this. Time to do my morning journaling with more presence. The opportunity to read some Rumi, and perhaps to finish packing before my Chicago trip tomorrow.
There is a gift in this, and there is a gift in everything. Today, the gift was evident early. Sometimes it takes time to be known; sometimes it’s a surprise. Other times, I’ve found the biggest gifts only when I look back and take time to reflect.
With gifts, too, it’s about accepting them, with gratitude and an open heart, rather than expecting them. It may not be what we wanted, but it always ends up being what we needed.