Every Morning Is a Birth

Each morning offers us a quiet miracle.

There is that moment — half-awake — when the body hesitates. The bed is warm. The night has held us gently, almost like a womb. There is safety there. A reluctance to leave. A subtle struggle to rise, to be alive again.

And perhaps that is exactly what birth feels like.

Every morning, in its own way, is a birth. A leaving behind of comfort and enclosure. A stepping out of the womb of night into the openness of a new day. A crossing into possibility.

When we step outside early — before the world has found its pace — and place our bare feet on the grass, something ancient remembers. The ground is cool. Dew still rests where night nourished the earth. The grass has been drinking deeply, preparing itself for the heat of the day to come.

Everything is green. Everything is waiting.

Nature begins again without hesitation.

And the question gently arises: What of you?

Are you ready this morning to celebrate life?

To celebrate freshness and wonder?

To meet possibility rather than drag yesterday along with you?

Yesterday has its place — in memory, in wisdom, in learning — but it does not need to be carried into this moment. You know where you have been. What matters is that you are here.

Morning invites openness.

Yesterday may have taught us to close in, to retreat, to seek safety — to return to our inner tomb or womb. But that was never the intention of life. If it were, we would never have left our mother’s wombs at all.

Life calls us to birth again and again.

To emerge with greater wisdom.

With deeper understanding.

With a more spacious heart.

Night is the time of return — when darkness gathers us, restores us, re-orders what needs healing. But when the sun rises, we are called outward. We are invited into presence.

The opening of your eyes.

The feel of grass beneath your feet.

The recognition that this day has been given — personally, uniquely — to you.

Do not let it pass unnoticed.

Do not waste it.

This day is yours.

It belongs to you.

It is your birthing.

Go forward into it with joy.

With expectancy.

With a willingness to engage whatever comes — love, peace, belonging.

You are, as the old wisdom reminds us, a child of the universe — invited to be born again and again.

Blessings.