Rising in silence
Spirit of sorrow and joy
Erasing the night
I watch the sun rise from my doorstep. Inside, the humdrum necessities await. Outside, the small dog explores the garden with the same excitement every morning. Birds sing, the weather, fair or foul, reveals itself and adds its definition to the possibilities to come. I am poised on the brink of belief.
I have a choice. I can face the day ahead with weariness, plodding through its demands, resentment building. I can accept the daily gauntlet of challenges. Or embrace them with open arms, knowing that what comes, must be. The dawn brings its own gifts. My daily task is to see them.
Sue Vincent's Daily Echo 
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Thank you 🙂
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Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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Thanks, Jaye x
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A beautiful sunrise is always a good way to start the day. So much harder to do, when the dawn is grey and cloudy…
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But there is always the possibility of a rainbow 🙂
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Reblogged this on Frank J. Tassone and commented:
#Haiku Happenings #4: Sue Vincent’s latest #haibun!
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Sue, your photo is spectacular. I stood right there next to you when I read the words of your Haibun. This is perfect prose and your Haiku accented your prose in the best way. Now, onward and upward I go into another day. ❤
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Thanks, Colleen…. have a wonderful day 🙂
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You too, Sue. I wish we had sun rises that spectacular! I’d meet you every morning for coffee. ❤
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You’d have to be up early in summer…but it is worth it 🙂
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The colors are so intense. Amazing!
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Some days, it barely seems possible that this is England 🙂
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LOL! Yesterday, we had to go to Peterson AFB. The way the runway is situated and the rain and fog – Wow! I was transported back in time to RAF Lakenheath where I was stationed in the early 1980’s. I had a hard time remembering I was in Colorado! LOL! ❤
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We do rain and fog very well here :)<3
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LOL! We do it fairly well, here in the mountains. It always make me think of England. ❤
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Well I hope the rain brings good memories with it 🙂
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LOL! I was never so cold in my life as when I lived there but I love England and the people. Still do. 😉 ❤
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And you weren’t all that far north either 😉 🙂
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A lovely poem, Sue. A sunrise as beautiful as that is worth getting up to see.
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I get up that sort of time year round…getting the sunrise just right is a gift 🙂
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Those two trees, reaching to each other, (from the camera’s perspective) are reminiscent of that old painting by what’s’is’name in that church in Italy. 🙂
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They are a bit, aren’t they 🙂
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This is perfect. The view and what we do dictates the outcome. I want to edit the words for teachers, because this is exactly what they face every day in the classroom. How they see is so important for them; how they greet children, do they really see them. Thank you, Sue!
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Yes, I can see just what you mean, Jennie. Grown-ups can so easily become child-blind.
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Indeed they can! Good thing that you see the universal picture; while I see the big picture with children, you help me take that to a deeper level. Thank you!
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Thank you, Jennie.
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Reblogged this on A Teacher's Reflections and commented:
I was struck with this beautiful writing, describing how we view the start of our day and the choices we make. “The dawn brings it’s own gifts. My daily task is to see them.” YES! I’m a teacher, and this is what I do every day. “Children bring their own gifts. My daily task is to see them.”
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Children are gifts…every day 🙂
Thank you for sharing, Jennie.
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My pleasure, Sue. While children are gifts every day, teachers need to look at those gifts with the eyes of excitement. It makes all the difference in the world.
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Yes, I agree… when the teacher can still find the child inside, it does make all the difference 🙂
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Jennie’s reblog brought me here to say…thanks for this, Sue!
peace
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Hi Laura, thank you for wandering over 🙂
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That’s so beautiful, Sue, and a lovely reminder. Each day does bring its own gifts. Sometimes it can be a struggle to see them. But see them we must.
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Thanks, Norah. They are always there if we can see through the fog that sometimes descends.
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True!
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Beautiful poem and photo. I was just watching the day dawning here.
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Thanks, Merril. It is a delight every day 🙂
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We are lucky to have such beauty to admire and start off our day 🙂
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We are… 🙂
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Very powerful Sue! Nicely done. Loved the whole thing.
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Thank you 🙂
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Le monde à notre porte
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