Finding
Peace
“I'm a
very early riser, and I don't like to miss that beautiful early
morning light.”
David
Hockney
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,
Jane
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