Tidy Tip Morning

It is 4 am in the dark of the night. The journey begins hundreds of miles away. Along they way, dawn begins to emerge and a yearning to return to the Source brings travel to a halt. Under a fine mist, falling from the sky, a soul humbles itself to the Knower of all things to come. After nourishing the soul and the body, the journey goes on. Climbing higher and higher into the fog that enshrouds the mountains and the valley on the other side, the hope of finding new life begins to wane. But after the sun rises and gains its strength, the fog begins to break and lift away to reveal soft blankets of white and yellow tidy tips still dripping from their morning bath of dew. The heart begins to soar with elation and skips beats along the way. Hope is the most amazing of stations to be in. It is what gives us the courage to keep going, to pass through that fog of the unknown and emerge into the splendor of the Truth.