Resting in the heart

My most favourite time of day now is the quiet still morning when there is a silence that is profound and for a time I hover on the precipe of consciousness awakening from a semi conscious slumber to the present moment feeling outside of my skin the arising of energy on a new day.  It wasn’t like this much in the past years.  I would awake at times with a start and feel my heart racing and I was never entirely sure if this was just traumatic recall, as I awoke from the pain of being thrown full force over the handlebars of my bike onto the road, splitting my head open on the iron foundry, just over 12 years ago on the first anniversary of my husband leaving me with an ambulance man hovering over me, which was in many ways a repeat of my near death collision all…