{"id":1637,"date":"2013-10-13T21:00:30","date_gmt":"2013-10-14T01:00:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.ordinarylegacy.com\/word\/?p=1637"},"modified":"2016-01-17T19:10:37","modified_gmt":"2016-01-18T00:10:37","slug":"un-nuovo-giorno","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.ordinarylegacy.com\/word\/2013\/10\/13\/un-nuovo-giorno\/","title":{"rendered":"Un Nuovo Giorno"},"content":{"rendered":"

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The alarm goes off on days I go to the office and immediately I am nose to nose with the two loves of my life. On those days I don\u2019t go to the office they serve as my alarm clock, same technique just a bit later\u2026but not much.<\/p>\n

I stand, breathe in as my arms rise over my head. As I bring them down and cross my hands over my heart I am saying,<\/p>\n

Thank you God for this day and everything in it. I love you.<\/p>\n

Exhale. I know Everything means Everything, good, bad, happy, sad, my things, my thoughts, my lessons, Everything.<\/p>\n

Un Nuovo Giorno, a new day, the first day of my life.\u00a0 This is a love song sung by my beloved Andrea Bocelli.\u00a0 I can’t get past the third line without tears, I can never sing it for the lump in my throat but for me it’s not about a person, it’s about how I see my relationship with God.<\/p>\n

Some people believe, some people don’t. I believe. No good has ever come to me without me first saying thank you and I try to say it often. I am not religious in the formal sense but I have a practice.\u00a0 I don’t go to church in the literal sense but my home is sacred.<\/p>\n

My morning ritual continues on my walk with the girls. No iPod, no distraction, no rush.\u00a0 Business first then we can walk and look, and listen to our neighborhood. Back home to Stowe Ln we exhale again. Every time I walk through that door I exhale thanks to the beautiful insight of my summer sister Kyle. When I got to Stowe Lane she blessed me with a wonderful wall decal that says:\u00a0 \u201cBreathe, you\u2019re home.\u201d\u00a0 Everyone exhales when they get to Stowe Lane thanks to that little reminder, whether they realize it or not.<\/p>\n

\"breathe<\/a><\/p>\n

On to green smoothies and dog food and coffee. Dispensed appropriately of course. I sit in my comfy chair with my hands wrapped around my warm cup of coffee to let my mind create my day. I learned of a meditation yesterday in a class I attended called the Calming Heart Meditation, place the left hand into the palm of your right hand and put your thumbs together creating a circle.\u00a0 That is exactly how I hold my coffee cup…seems instinct will lead you to the ancient if you are open.<\/p>\n

There are some days when I need to start again.\u00a0 I don\u2019t mind starting some days again, I get I\u2019m not perfect.\u00a0 I get that other people aren\u2019t perfect.\u00a0 Perfection is a myth perpetuated by God knows who to what end I have no idea.\u00a0 All I want it is to look back over a day and say I tried or I did the best I could or I started again.\u00a0 No shame, no regret, just considerations of how things might be better next time.<\/p>\n

In answer to the question:\u00a0\"What<\/a>\u00a0I truly believe I’d\u00a0be just fine…what does your un nuovo giorno <\/a>bring you?<\/p>\n

Translation<\/a><\/p>\n

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