Being a Morning Person
The morning brings many gifts to those who wake in the wee hours of the day. The solitude as the neighborhood sleeps or the pause before the first light are treasures known only to those who rise in the dark of the day. It can be a very creative time with the mind and body being fresh from sleep. The stirring of Dreamtime lingers at the edge of consciousness, and this creativity can be the muse or inspiration of art, writing, cooking, etc.
There is a moment of excitement when the light comes into the sky, and no two mornings are the same. This is a great time to meditate, walk in nature, or for some other spiritual practice. It is a time of the Self, solitude, not loneliness. Being a morning person is a practice that, with time, needs no alarm. There is a hunger to meet the morning, the darkness, the light, and the day. And with the quiet of day comes a richness that fills the soul.
As a morning person, I find that it has shifted over the years and even lengthened as I wake earlier. Walking at first light may seem routine, yet it is filled with something different each day. No two sunrises are ever the same. The pallet that is painted in the sky excites the artist in me. The quagmire is that life changes and time passes, and it seems to move quicker the more we rush about as society insists. Taking time as a morning person, for yourself before anything else is a powerful practice. It certainly is something to ponder and question, and even more to be experienced.