September 6, 2012 § 41 Comments
I step out this morning just before dawn. I notice first the air. It feels cool and rich to my skin, a mixture of the cold night and the warmer, humid advancing day.
I look to the sky. A bright half moon, stars emerging to my vision.
In the dim light the towering trees that encircle my house appear nearly black and two-dimensional- like abstract paintings propped up against the sky’s gray backdrop. As I turn to the east, I notice that in just that moment the pinkish blush of dawn’s promise is starting to push its way in.
Birds calling to each other, a staccato interruption of the hum of night. The silent dark houses of my neighbors. And just then the distant sound of a truck starting up in the valley below.
Before I step back in, I close my eyes and feel that place and moment one last time. All of it- the air, the moon, the stars, the sky, the trees, the birds, the silent houses- existing for me right then.
In that moment between night and dawn, the awareness filled me up, leaving no room for worry, doubt, or fear. No space for anxiety. Quieting my busy mind.
I know that this awareness and peace can be mine at any moment, in any place, not just that quiet sanctuary where I stood this morning.
If only I can live what I know.