Sacred Stillness
This morning, I was thinking of a guy I met recently. He told me he gets up at 4 or 5am, sometimes as early as 3am. I was up around 4am this morning. In time to watch it start from pitch black and gradually wash the mountains on the horizon in beautiful pastel pinks and purples. Admiring my jungle of weeds I haven't mowed, I thought “Oh it's nice that I haven't mowed because at least I got to see this milkweed blossom with these pretty orange flowers.” Then I saw this bee asleep on this flower, sleeping off a nectar hangover I suppose? 🐝 I don't think I've ever seen a bug sleeping before today. The stillness of the very early morning is so sacred. I wonder if that's why he wakes up so early.
It's funny I just became aware of these writings today, specifically this first one I'm reading now. Just last week I woke up much earlier than I normally do, around 2am to be exact, from a dream I had of a loved one that passed away a few years ago. It filled me with energy so I couldn't get back to sleep. I spent all my free time before I had to go to work that morning reading some spiritual writings and listening to emotion provoking music in a sort of meditative trance while the sun came up. The "just before morning" is, as you said, incredibly sacred and still/peaceful and feels almost like the most delicate part of every day day.
Thanks for sharing this!
-mk
I find the stillness of early morning sacred as well. I don't know how people live without it.