Day 124

Morning Has Broken

As Sung by Cat Stevens with lyrics by Eleanor Farjeon

Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for the springing fresh from the word

Sweet the rain’s new fall, sunlit from heaven
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where his feet pass

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God’s recreation of the new day.

No real reason for adding that other than

1) It is a gorgeous day – the sun is shining bright.
2) I got a great night’s sleep with clean sheets, padlcoked lockers, secured bike etc
3) I am in one of my very favourite parts of the world – West London
4) I have only 3 more clubs to do and if push comes to shove I could walk to West Ham, Dagenham and Leyton Orient!
5) I am doing a talk about the tour to Ecademy Black Stars tomorrow and my notes are going well
6)Bjørn is out of danger and just needs rest
7) I am looking forward to seeing friends this weekend. It’s been 4 months
8) There are no lasting problems from my hospitalisation
9) I have a day playing “Johnny Tourist” and have already found a bed for tonight.
10) It’s Monday

What am I trying to say? That every single person who reads this has just so much to be grateful for. I read yesterday that some 2 Billion (sic) people are migrating from the countrysides to the cities. Now, these might not be refugees and they are moving for economic reasons (AKA survival) but this is one third of the world population who do not have access to what we all take for granted.

Sorry, lesson over. Enjoy your day!


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