What's In My Cup?

A hot steamy mug of coffee in the early morning dusk brings life into my sleepy bones. My morning ritual, my sanctuary beckons me from my slumber. Quietly, I  sit caught in between the fading of the night and the dawning of a new day. My mug holds the comfort of past mornings spent in this same pose and the hope of new beginnings. It warms my soul, as it wakens my foggy brain from disjointed dreams and restless slumber. I count on the calm and stillness as I find my center and refocus my energy. I am refreshed, filled with intention for the day ahead as I place my empty mug in the sink. Knowing, that tomorrow, I will fill it again.