“WHAT NINE MONTHS OF ATTENTION DOES FOR AN EMBRYO,                                                                                                                      FORTY EARLY MORNINGS WILL DO FOR YOUR GRADUAL GROWING WHOLENESS.”    –Rumi

My ‘forty early mornings ritual’ ends today and I have, once again, been caught up in the beauty of morning:

  •  the touch of pre-dawn  breezes upon my face
  • the new light falling softly upon the dark silhouettes of night,
  • the freshness of all creation
  • the sunrises,the raindrops
  • the foggy, misty mornings
  • the bird song
  • and sometimes the little crawling creatures on the ground
  • the gardenpath
  • grass still with dew
  • trees standing tall
  • Crepe Myrtle Bushes in full bloom

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  • the sky with its’ hundred faces
  • the sunflowers looking towards the east
  • the hummingbirds at the feeder
  • my heart slowly awakening
  • everywhere I look: unnameable, mysterious beauty
  • Holy Mystery is your name.

 

And there was silence–especially when I walked into the pre-dawn morning when the stars were still visible.

And so, I will probably continue my morning ritual whenever possible.

 It wasn’t always easy to be there, and I missed a few mornings, but what I learned is that living awake is a sacramental experience.  I also learned, in some small way, that I must make every effort to carry my wakefulness into the new day.  

It is not easy to live awake!  It is, however, a noteworthy accomplishment to live awake!  When we are able to do so the people with whom we live and move and have our being will be richly blessed.  

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