Morning Time

Another morning of managing to wake up before 5am, something which seems to be a regular occurrence for me in recent months.  While I would rather enjoy an extra hour of sleep, I seem to be unable to roll over and fall asleep again, so most mornings I end up getting up and coming out to sit down and catch up on the all the internet goings on.  

This means sitting at the desk in the study and looking out the window, and as I have always done, I do so enjoy the peaceful calm of the morning.  It's always a pleasure to see the gleam of the dawn light and simultaneously hear the birds start up their dawn chorus, as the sky glows brighter in the east, and any clouds are illuminated in beautiful reds and golds as the sun begins it journey across the sky for another day.  It's a sacred moment, before the busyness of the day, before phones, TV, cars, and so forth, when you can just relax and be alone with your thoughts before the house is filled with noise, and it's a good time to prepare for the day ahead by doing not very much.

This then is my morning ritual, a place where I can practice a bit of mindful living.  It's always a good thing to do, to just find a place in your day where you can sit and be quiet, feel the silent and gentle side of the world, a world of soft light, and birdsong, reconnecting yourself with the natural rhythms of the planet, and remind yourself that it isn't in any way all about all the things that society likes to shove in your face, like breakfast television, the inane chatter of breakfast radio announcers, peak hour traffic, things that seem, whether by accident or design to keep us from thinking and connecting with ourselves and our spirits.

So the next time life seems all rush, rush, rush, why not sneak out of bed a little earlier and go enjoy the garden and listen to the birds.