“I'm a very early riser, and I don't like to miss that beautiful early morning light.”
There is something magical about sunrise, even on an ordinary day. When I woke this morning, the entire sky was pale coral, and the light behind it, gold. I sit on my porch, serenaded by nesting birds and watch the acrobatic antics of squirrels jumping from tree to tree. There has so far been a light breeze carrying the scents of blooming magnolias and gardenias, drops of rain falling from time to time, and, in the distance, the ever present sound of a train whistle. Early morning, for me, is the closest this city dweller gets to the garden of Eden experience.
It's important, in these days of madness, to take time to reconnect with an older, less transient reality. To realize that life goes on in spite of the 24-hour news cycle, and that there is a huge cadre of living beings that are immune to the craziness of street protests, and hurled insults. These trees, these scents, these bird songs and drops of rain were here before I was born and will still be here when I am gone. I take comfort in that.
Not everyone loves early morning, but everyone walks on this green earth. Perhaps you're a person who loves the setting sun, the night sky, the rise of the moon, the sound of river or waves. Whatever your sacred time of day may be, take time to consciously acknowledge it. We need the solace of these moments of holiness to rest our souls and recharge our spirits. We must find our place of balance, and the heart to carry that peace and tranquility into our day. Reconnecting with the earth on which we live can help.
In the Spirit,