“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
- 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.
I love sharing your inspiration. Thank you for writing.
Good to hear from you, again. I look forward to your reflections.