Every morning,
You are offered the same quiet miracle.
The chance to meet this day as if you have never lived the day before.
As we settle into this meditation,
I invite you to get comfortable.
Feel the floor,
Bed or surface beneath you,
Acknowledging it and appreciating it for its support.
As we begin the sacred practice of beginning again,
Take some slow,
Deep breaths.
The chance to meet this day as if you have never lived before.
This is the moment we are in.
You may be carrying yesterday's disappointments like stones in a pocket,
Last week's failures like shadows behind your eyes,
And you forget that this moment,
Right here,
Right now,
Is completely untouched by what came before.
You have been living as if you are the sum of your mistakes,
As if your past decisions have written the script for everything that follows.
But what if the story you've been telling yourself about who you are and what you are capable of is just that,
A story?
What if the person who struggled yesterday and the person sitting here now are connected but not identical?
There is something miraculous about the way nature practices beginning again.
Every spring,
Trees that appear dead push out new leaves.
Every morning,
The sun rises without carrying grudges about yesterday's clouds.
Every breath you take is your body's way of choosing life again,
Regardless of the breath that came before.
Feeling to the places where you have been carrying the weight of former versions of yourself,
The shame about choices that seemed right at the time but turned out to cause you pain.
The regret about words spoken in anger or opportunities missed through fear.
The way you've been treating these experiences like permanent stains instead of temporary storms.
Notice the resistance in your mind to this possibility,
The voice that said you've tried before and failed,
That perhaps you believe you don't deserve another chance,
That you're too old or too set in your ways or too damaged to change.
This voice is not your truth,
It is fear disguised as wisdom trying to keep you small and safe and exactly as you are.
But you are not exactly as you are,
You are becoming.
Every moment offers you the choice to respond differently than you have before,
To choose love over fear,
Presence over distraction,
Courage over comfort.
You are always one decision away from a completely different experience of being alive.
The sacred practice of beginning again is not about erasing your history,
But about refusing to let your history erase your possibility.
It's about meeting each moment with fresh eyes,
Curious about what wants to emerge,
Open to surprise yourself with who you might become.
Today you can speak more kindly to yourself.
Today you can reach out to someone you've been avoiding.
Today you can take one small step toward the life that's been calling you.
Today you can forgive yourself for not being perfect and choose to be present instead.
The beautiful part about beginning again is the invitation is always available.
It's written in every sunrise,
Every season and in each and every breath.
It's the universe's way of reminding you that you are not stuck,
That you are not finished,
That who you are becoming is more important than who you have been.
As you begin again,
Right now,
With this very breath,
With this choice,
With this beautiful,
Unrepeatable moment that has never existed before and will never exist again.
Breathe into the grace that you are becoming,
Breathe into the grace that you are exactly where you are meant to be.
