That is Morning. To cease for a bright hour to be a prisoner of this sickly body & to become as large as the World.
Every man that goes into the wood seems to be the first man that ever went into a wood. His sensations & his World are new. You really think that nothing new can be said about morning & evening. And the fact is morning & evening have not yet begun to be described. When I see them I am not reminded of these Homeric or Miltonic or Shakespearean or Chaucerian pictures, but I feel a pain of an alien world or I am cheered with the moist, warm, glittering, budding, & melodious hour that takes down the narrow walls of my soul & extends its life & pulsation to the very horizon. That is Morning. To cease for a bright hour to be a prisoner of this sickly body & to become as large as the World.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Journals and Miscellaneous Notebooks 5:469
All it takes – is a good shit shower and shave. What I call the 3 S’s and that is the complete breakaway from the tired worn out body of yesterday !
Not being a slave to shrieking slavery of sorrow and strife will let the body and mind fly on high. The negative world feeds us Nothing absolute zero. It is the fresh air with a blend of pines and sweet prairie grasses, wild herbs and the beautiful fresh rain coming in today that gives our minds a break from human tragedies and failures.
Now our bodies pickup and jump into outer space with the feeling of absolute Freedom. Let Freedom ring till it hurts our ears. Let Freedom Ring as a Truth we just discovered and we will walk anew.