I can’t remember if I have written of my early morning rituals or not, but this morning as I sit here nursing my first cup of coffee of the day, I am struck with the beautiful quiet that envelops me. In the distance I hear birds chirping (beautiful sound), and my cat, Pele, is curled up on the couch beside me. Richard is still asleep and I watch the sun rise. In this quiet place, I spend time in morning prayers and self-reflection. This is a sacred time for me as I prepare for the day ahead. I am not pleasant when this first hour of the day is interrupted. Ask Richard. I am grateful for my early morning quiet.
Perpetual Gratitude: A Photographic Diary 