I get up almost every morning between 4:30 and 5:00, not because I’m overly virtuous, but because as I age, that seems to be when my body wants to wake up. (Never mind that I’m crashed out on the couch by 9:00 p.m. every evening; that’s not what this post is about.)
But since I've been waking up early anyway, I thought I might as well get out of bed. The house is usually cold, so I grab my thick terry cloth bathrobe and pad out to the kitchen. First on the list is giving the dog a scoop of food. Second is grabbing a cup of coffee. Third is standing by my kitchen window and looking outside.
Sometimes if it’s dark and cloudy, I don’t see much. But other times, like this morning, the moon was full and reflecting off the snow, causing it to sparkle and glow. I savor the hour or so of quiet I have, before everyone wakes up, to gather my thoughts and ease into the day. Sometimes I pray, meditate or read something inspirational. Other times, I just let my mind wander a bit. Lately, I’ve been reading a daily advent message.
Just before everyone rouses and my day officially begins, I witness the rising of the sun. It starts on the farthest mountains and slowly washes over the landscape, setting the mountains ablaze with light and dispelling all the shadows.
Now isn’t that a wonderful visual mediation for the Christmas season?
May the season be filled with warmth, love, light and a little restorative quiet for you,