Oh no. There is a six in the first digit of my alarm clock. I have overslept. I slowly get up, smooth my hair out of my face, find my glasses, my pants, and (on school days) the laptop and Coach binder.
As I close in on the mid-century mark of my life, the more I appreciate the quiet pre-dawn hours before one of my children — as well as the rest of the world — wakes up. Once the rest of the world is awake, the real work begins.
Some people go for a run. Some catch up on reading or their Facebook feed. I like to listen.
Northern Cardinal, male (female is the top photo)
Black-bellied Whistling Duck
These mornings are my meditation time. These sounds are my music, my radio. I tune the dial into Nature and listen to what She has to say, every morning when I can. I do my stretches, push-ups, sit-ups, practice my Kata to the rhythm of frogs and birds, either indoors with the windows open or outside by the creek.
Coffee is next, because — even with that calming ‘me’ time — no one can stand me until I’ve had a cup’o Java. Once rejuvenated, I am ready to absorb and manage the tidings of my species, my offspring in particular, which both challenge and delight me daily to no end.
What’s your favorite way to start your day?