cigars

Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for the springing fresh from the word...

-morning has broken by cat stevens

tonight i drove by a new urban market store front. it's still under construction and all the interior lights were left on, presumably for security. it only resembles the vaguest outline of what it will eventually be. a counter in place, an arched brick hearth on a wall fireplace and some hip light fixtures. the rest of the space is filled with drop cloths and ladders.

when i looked in the window, passing in my car, i got a quick jolt of energy. it was as though i was witnessing a birth or baby's first steps. for a brief second i imagined the growing tension and anticipation and pure energy of these people whose dream is being created in every item they select for their new shop. every fixture they select. every night they lock the door and go home exhausted thinking of all that needs to be done to bring their vision to reality.

i must drive by a dozen (or more) new businesses in various stages of birth on a daily basis, so when i felt a peculiar zap from this one, on this day, it gave me pause. why, i wondered, did this resonate with me so strongly?

perhaps it is because i can relate. today i handed out my first business cards for my new pursuit, dbg fitness; and though i officially became certified as a personal trainer exactly one month ago, and have been working towards it for the bulk of this year, the ceremony of having a real business card printed and handing them out proudly felt a little bit like passing out cigars.

right after i drove by the imminent shop-opening, the song morning has broken queued up on my ipod. indeed, morning has broken. and while i'll spare you my singing, i will offer my praise nonetheless..

d: birth of dreams
b: one down, one to go
g: morning has broken