It is one of those mornings…
A morning when you are up even before the sun. I live in a
smaller city where the roads are quieter this time of year during the off-season…when most folks are tucked away in a slumbered state, cold noses
poking out from underneath heavy quilted layers.
I tried this myself, waking to a crash and a slight jolt as
my husband accidentally dropped and clanked dishes…he tries so hard to be quiet
in the mornings…to let me sleep. Have you ever wondered how stillness amplifies
isolated noise? And then that quantum theory and question of, “If a tree falls
in the forest and no one is around to witness and hear it, does a tree still
make noise?” pops into my head.
My agitation wasn’t directed towards him but rather my
delirious confused state as I stumbled out into the hallway to make sure
everything was alright, squinting in the obnoxiously bright kitchen light
and trying to gather my wits about me as my consciousness moved out of the REM
fog.
I walked back to bed, slid under slightly cooled covers and
tried to find that cozy position and pocketed warmth…Nope…. Not even a minute
later I found myself, wandering back out to the dining room table where I had
set my notebook…internally grumbling to myself about why I didn’t have the
usual notebook by my bedside…for moments like these.
Moments when I need to write down a thought, when words flow
through my brain more gracefully and fluidly. Writing down to dos and things to
remember frees up that white noise chatter and gives me peace of mind…needless
to say, this wasn’t the case this morning
at 4:50 AM.
So there my husband found me deliriously flipping through my
notebook, trying to find a page that coincided with my notebook…my security of
recording a “brilliant thought” so that I can come back to it as I wish, or as
life allows…after sleep.
I stumbled back to bed, my heart resting a bit more at ease…
yes, that thought has been saved, I can now go to bed. My husband apologizing
for having woken me…and my turning around assuring him in my squeaky not yet
woken voice that all was well. It was nice to walk back to bed knowing that I
completely meant that. But alas, sleep is not high on the agenda for me
today…something is prompting me earlier than usual to embrace this morning. To
settle into the stillness and quiet. Those early morning hours seem to hold
with it an enchanting sacred space about it. Perhaps because the demands of the
world are still sleeping, still at bay. You are still in this pocket of freedom
to enjoy that quiet and that calm. It is the preparation that you need in order
to face your day.
It is a gift
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