There is something about morning. There is something about a new day. With the shower that is the birds song falling around me and the gentle breeze washing away the staleness of the previous day. There is something about the way the sun rises. He stands as one of the few constants in my life. Even in the days when the mist descends or the floodgates open he pushes through until his glory illuminates the sky.

There is something about mornings. The subtle miracle of the day reborn.



A term that continues to play in my mind is Namaste. A greeting I learned in India it translates to “I respect divinity within you that is also within me” or “the god in me recognizes the god in you.” If I believe in the divine then I believe that He is creator. If He stands as creator then all that is around me has within it His imprint. This touch from the divine I recognize as the divine spark and this divine spark makes all of human kind worthy of dignity. Therefore, life is sacred and must be protected at all cost. Human slavery robs people of that dignity and belittles them to nothing more than that which is dispensable. Human slavery is an affront to the sacredness of human life therefore it is an affront to God, and I can not stand for that.