Selectively Juggling

My favourite time of the day (granted I’ve had enough sound sleep) is pre-dawn, just before sunrise. My household is asleep and eerily quiet (for a change). Outside the birds have awoken, embracing the new day with a cacophony of birdsong. There is incredible stillness, yet a somewhat foreboding sense of crescendoing activity with each clock alarm.

I delight in seeing the sun’s beauty kiss the dewy grass and the garden awake. Streams of sunlight start to kiss the earth, awakening it from its slumber. In fact there is nothing quite like sitting on a headland, or at the beach and watching the sun majestically appear from the horizon. Glorious sun-rays gently caress the ocean, waves and sand awake.

Perhaps loving this time of day is a metaphor for gratitude and hope. Grateful that the night has passed and with it a new day has dawned. A new day, a blank page, clean slate and canvas. A new day to create something new, to change old habits, begin afresh.

I love the promise held in each new dawn … so predawn allows me to slow down, reflect and simply be present. There is a sense of reverence and grace (not a religious reference) with each sun-rise. To be completely honest, when I’m standing watching the pre-dawn dance and the awakening sun and earth I feel incredibly insignificant. However, it’s a positive experience, as it helps ground me, put my ego in check and recalibrate my sense of being in this world. In those moments of watching the earth awake, I literally feel love, great love.

By the way, I feel deeply about the sunset and rising moon. I’m mesmerised by the rising and setting of both the sun and moon. Words cannot do it justice. It is simply an experience, an emotion felt both viscerally and cerebrally. It is a feeling of awe, wonder and complete wholeness.