This morning I chased the moon
I chased it as it hide behind the horizon line full of dark trees and the unknown
As I ride my bike through the cold darkness
I see & feel my breath
I breath in
I breath out
In with cold & crisp fresh air deep into my lungs
Breathing in new ideas and challenges
I exhale the pain and sorrow of yesterday
I let go of the past
I sit and watch the sun rise living within each moment it matures
The warmth washes over me like a cloak of happiness and comfort
A new day is just starting and my heart is full
Sitting on the grass listening to the birds chirp and the small waves sooth my soul
I watched as the daylight tore through the morning sky in shades of strawberry rose and tangerine.
I am moved as I get yet another opportunity to witness the birth of a new day.
Seagulls flying over.
The sun glistening upon each of the small waves crashing down in the bay.
Some boats approach.
Perched high above the old city of Istanbul on a terrace in a white plastic chair.
No one with me but the wind and the sound of tourists exploring below.
Smells in the air as dinner time approaches
As I stair in awe of the Blue Mosque from the roof, my pen touches paper and begins to tell a story.
A story that will last the life of the paper.
As the colors of an Arabian sunset warm the entire environment before my eyes,
the Muslim call to prayer begins its daily dialogue echoing through the urban spaces of both old and new
As it flows throughout the city I find it soothes my traveling heart.
Realizing from whence I came and yet where I sit now,
Tears form in my eyes and begin to roll down my cheek.
My heart began to fill with light, love, and happiness.
I was born again in that moment.
I was touched by a culture I was told to fear.