Waking into Clarity

Some mornings arrive like a quiet gift, where the mind clears, the body rests, and the world feels like it has opened just for you.

Waking up feeling absolutely clear in my mind today - just clear, simply still.

It doesn't happen often - this kind of experience. And yet, here it is: the first of September, Labor Day, no rush, no duties. My mornings always start slow, and I savor this time - resting, pausing, letting life unfold gently.

The clarity in my mind and body is indescribable, as if I'm standing in a place where flowers bloom, birds chirp, and water stretches endlessly, calm and blue. My body feels absolutely light. My mind crystal clear.

This clean, steady energy rises from within. It's centered, like a deep reservoir quietly rising up and filling every corner in me. It's not the happy hype, neither is it a mushy love mood. It's simply pure, clear, and void. No past, no future, simply is.

I notice how rare this feeling is, and how precious. I simply love this clean energy. I carry it gently, or it carries me gently, into the day, shape the way I move, think, and engage with life. What a gift this is.