I love to wake up.
Do you too?
I woke this morning to a dark room, the fan humming softly, the white moon setting in the west over the house, a bright butterscotch Saturn hanging over the earth, my soft, black cat waiting for me downstairs, the coffee warming the kitchen.
I woke up wanting something.
I want to see a purple face today.
I pray a simple prayer, “God I want everything you have for me in purple and orange.”
I remember catching a bluegill when I was young, it’s etched-on face looking up at me like a sunset, its purple chin looking up at me from my hand, its bright blue lines radiating past its dark eyes, its olive green body, its bright red-orange underside — gorgeous!
I loved him.
I want him.
I want to pull purple faces out of dark waters, I want to hold them, speak to them, love them, put them back, dive in, swim with them.
I want to wake up to purple faces today!
On Saturday my wife and I hiked the Guy Fleming trail at Torrey Pines State Park here in San Diego, high on the red and green cliffs hanging out in the soft Pacific breeze above the lovely glossy blue ocean.
The purple sand verbena, the orange California poppies, the olive green leaves of the lemonade berry bush — the face of the earth, my lovely bluegill, the face of my friend, the face of God, the face of everything I hope to wake up to.
Thrive! 