Will there really be a morning? Is there such a thing as day? Could I see it from the mountains if I were as tall as they? Morning, morning, where does morning lie?
I did not begin as a morning person. Two things changed my physical and mental reactions to morning. My husband accepted a job which started at 6:00am and he got up at 4:30am. And, ten years ago I was asked to teach a zero hour high school religion class. Teaching every school day was rough. It meant preparing a new lesson every night. My piano teaching business was in full swing so I also taught 30 students during the afternoons. Preparation at night became too hard, so I would get up with my husband at 4:30 and start the morning fresh. I love the mornings now. Everything is quiet and serene.
The religion class is over but my body is wired for early rising. Lately I have been attempting meditation. My phone tells me that in the last 2 weeks I have meditated two hours and fourteen minutes. Wow! Two hours of doing absolutely nothing. I must say I am feeling calmer and less tense.
Morning really is my favorite time and I look forward to lighter days with the highpoint of sunrise before 6:00am. I can smell summer all ready.
Has it feet like waterlilies? Has it feathers like a bird? Is it brought from other countries of which I've never heard?
Oh, some scholar, oh some sailor or some wise man from the sky, please to tell a little pilgrim where the place called morning lies?
Morning, morning, where does morning lie?
I write on Fridays with a large group who inspire me. Only five minutes and without much thought to perfection. I write, prompted by one word that sends my thoughts to the keyboard and hopefully make sense.