There’s something magical about early mornings in Santa Fe. The crispness of the air, the stars fading as the sky starts to lighten, the occasional howl of a coyote. I haven't found a better way to start my day than sitting on my porch, wrapped in a quilt, savoring my first cup of coffee while watching the sunrise. A morning meditation. A gentle nudge to be grateful for all I have and for the journey I’m on no matter how odd that journey seems sometimes. A daily reminder that no matter what’s going on in my life, and in the world, each morning brings another opportunity to start fresh.