Let go, Rise up

I picture a cork beneath clear blue water.

A hand holds it near the dark floor of the pool. Above, sunlight dances across the surface. The cork strains upward. It already carries its direction inside it.

Then the hand opens.

The cork shoots toward the light. Bubbles stream behind it. It spins through the water, breaks the surface, and dances in the sun. One open hand changes the whole scene.

Some mornings, I’m both the hand and the cork.

I grip tomorrow’s questions. I replay yesterday’s scenes and revise words whose moments already passed. I spread my attention across three days while today waits for me to open my eyes.

Then I open my hand ~

I release my grip.

My breath deepens. My eyes return to the room. I feel the floor beneath my feet and the morning moving around me.

I welcome the future… but I live today!

Tomorrow brings the horizon. I greet it through the choices I make now.

I release the past, and I live today!

Yesterday gives me wisdom. I carry the lessons and set the old things down.

Today asks for presence. It’s immediate. I answer with my full attention.

I taste my breakfast. I walk through the morning air. I listen to someone I love, and I really listen. I laugh when life surprises me. I pause in a patch of sunshine. It feels good to be here now.

It all brings me back home. Back to myself, back to my life.

I used to treat rising like a test of strength. I pushed harder, planned farther, and carried every day with me. Now I surrender. I open my hands and let myself rise back up to where I belong.

I rise into the light and let the day carry me.

Surrender is an act of trust, of faith, of Self love.

I trust this breath.

I trust this step.

I trust the day in front of me.

I meet each day with child-like curiosity. I notice the light, the voices, the bends in the road, and the chances that appear along the way. I don’t try to predict the future. I relish the journey.

I step into it with open eyes and a clear heart.

I find adventure in ordinary places. The first cup of coffee. A familiar voice reveals a fresh thought. Every morning is a new beginning.

I let go of the things holding me down.

I turn toward the light.

I rise up like I was born to do ~

I break the surface with a full breath and let the whole day find me awake, ready, and excited.

Relaxed and aligned.

I welcome tomorrow when it arrives. I bless yesterday for what it taught me. I live today.

I open my hands, let go, and rise ~