Fully immersed:
there's a deeper wisdom at play here, an intelligence greater than my own and yet one that I am intimately a part of - so that I now find myself fully immersed within it, responding to subtle means of healing that urge me to wake hours before dawn. This is my time of meditation, several rounds of sun salutation and yoga poses that seem to ease me into the day, a true sense of awakening found. As well, I am out of the door to walk well before sunrise, still fully dark, anticipating first light to reach my eyes and heal me through its soft display of colors.
my mornings are a magical time of healing.
truly so.
there is something about walking at this hour that deeply joins me to nature. It's a continuation of my yoga, discovering myself as belonging to these hours, connected by virtue of my presence and desire to least disturb the holiness of earth and air. I am fully immersed in landscape, kin to smallest creature, my footsteps falling softly, breath hushed to barest whisper. I find that I am guarded of my walks, less willing to share the path with those in a rush for early miles before heading to their jobs. It's entirely selfish of me, and I am well aware of my faults here, my own bias. But I am eager for the sounds of nature to return, feeling that a sense of reverence has slightly been disturbed by their passing, holiness sacrificed for extra miles and a faster stride. The hours before sunrise are most truly meant for reverence, with nature providing a holy chorus for the pleasure of our listening.
the more fully immersed we are in the morning hours the quieter we become, occurring naturally, a meditation of simply listening to the sounds of nature emerge from the silence of their hold. We learn how to move through this, a softer approach, matching our breath and stride to the slower pace of dawn. Our mornings are meant for reverence, to be fully immersed in nature.
it's a magical time.
~
Peace, Eric
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