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A word often used by itself as a greeting.  A simple word of which we all know the meaning. Just hold on, though.  Do we?

Taking a purely technical approach, if the time now is, say, 23:59 on Friday, then in two minutes’ time it will be 00:01 on Saturday.  That makes it Saturday morning.  Very early on Saturday morning, I grant you, but Saturday morning nevertheless.

From a more social angle, the mood on a Twitter timeline from around 06:00 onwards is dependent on many factors including the weather, the day of the week, contributors’ general health, the events of the past evening, the wakefulness of small children through the night, and prospects for the day ahead, whether work-related or just involving activities that insurance companies class as ‘social, domestic and pleasure’.  (What a mix-up!)

Then again, here is a picture which I call ‘Morning’ because of the memory it gives me:

But what should the term ‘morning’ really mean to us in the context of a fresh opportunity for the psyche?  Need we limit the idea to the start of a literal day?  Can we not think of it as a breakout into a fresh part of our lives – away from the previous day, the last six weeks, five years, or whatever?  Well, these musings led to this poem.  See what you think.
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An Opening Shot…

I’d like to start this blog with a simple message:

Thank you.

That’s to all of you who’ve inspired me to start here, either through their own blogs, or by their chat on twitter.  It’s been great to meet you, and I sincerely hope you’ll continue to put up with me.  Several of you already know I’m usually ready to make a joke of something and join in the whirl of banter.  But I do have a serious side as well, and as I slowly learn about all the different struggles, hardships, disappointments, and griefs so many of you have faced (and maybe are still going through) I feel I’ve lived very ungratefully.  And yet I can relate quite closely to many of the things you talk about.  This takes me to a point I specially want to make: I know some of you feel apologetic, even guilty, about telling other people your woes.  So here’s another simple message:

Don’t feel bad like that.  You don’t need to.

What kind of a ‘friend’ is only there for you when you’re healthy, happy, well organised, and comfortably off?  I’d specially like to assure those of you who have gone, or are indeed still going, through your own personal long dark tunnel,that, far from being a burden to others, you are a tremendous inspiration to them.  Certainly,at any rate, to me.

Edit: 20 December 2013

Nearly three years on, I still feel like this, only more so. The blogosphere has been kind to me, for which I am grateful. It has not been judgemental. To anyone reading this, please take heart. I am adding this for the Gratitude Linky 20 December 2013 here.

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