A Morning

The sunlight fell on her hand as she held the cup of tea. She saw it’s light, the motes of dust stirring gentle wonder, the deep speckled blue mug. She felt the sun’s warmth on her hand, the solidity of the mug, slight roughness. She touched the brightness of her mind. Continuing to sink into the world, she felt the firmness of the wooden chair below her, slightly uncomfortable. Confidence and tenderness rose into her heart as she settled into the morning. Feeling the harmony in her being, she sipped her tea and oriented herself toward the day. There was a guest in the village, a scout returning from the borderlands, on his way to Dawn. Her friends, agitation and curiosity appeared- she hadn’t met the visitor, or had the chance to hear the news he was bearing. Seeing them, she smiled. David had school today as it was Friday, and she’d take him soon. Then there was work to continue in the garden, more spinach and broccoli to harvest- wait, first more attending to her fellow cos. She released, breathing in deeply and exhaling slowly, relaxing her already accelerating body and mind.

Elizabeth had only moved to the Federation seven months ago and she knew the seeds of her dignity were still just sprouting, long dormant in the dark of modern culture. She could see it expressed through the elders here, and especially the children- the way they moved attentively, with ease and confidence, the power when they spoke sometimes, the depth of each of their unique gazes. Encouraged, she thought again of the day.