Many, many days,

I woke up and said,


which really meant,


to me,

to work,

to relationships,

to  life.


While my son ate Cheery-Os,

my state of being was

being fed No.


No wonder.

No joy.

No possibility.

No to life.


It was no way to live.


Then, I began to teach myself

not to say (or think) anything until


the morning rituals and routines,

which are all designed to say,

“Ohh.” meaning



Now my state of being

is being fed



Yes to me.

Yes to work.

Yes to relationships.

Yes to possibility.

Yes to wonder.

Yes to joy.

Yes to life.  


What are your

morning Ohs

feeding you?