Slave to the rhythm...

I was late to bed, my beautiful wife is working nights and that always messes me up, and then I woke at 'silly o'clock'. Hhhuurrumph!

Out of bed and do my exercises, shower and all that jazz, in the car, on the bike, yawn, yawn, yawn....keep peddling....then the birds began to sing....I stopped and listened. Lovely...the sun gently began to lighten the sky and a different feeling came over me.

Stop....look up.....look down....breath without purpose for a little while....


Sometimes the routine gets a hold of you, it only takes a little something to get you out of that 'groove', you just have to be open to a different rhythm...thanks little birds!