Morning Opera

I have a confession to make. I love mornings! I have resisted this truth for years now because I’ve never been a morning person. I like to sleep! But this morning I finally admitted it to myself. I used to give my friend, Julie, a hard time for her morning perkiness (sorry Julie!). I wouldn’t say that I’m exactly perky in the morning, but there is a joy there for me in the silence before the onrushing of the day. It is a time when my heart and mind are in unison and my thoughts and feelings have a beautiful clarity (not all mornings of course). It is a time when I can hear the words clearly. It is a time when I can intentionally begin my day in conscious connection to all and to the One. It is a time when I can focus easily on gratitude and the multitude of blessings in my life. It is a time when I can see the world around me clearly and with great joy. I love those moments. I love moments of being witness to the incredible beauty of this world.

This morning for instance the field behind our house took my breath away. It wasn’t butterflies this time. This time it looked as though all the plant residents of the field were dressed for the opera! The tiny trees and tall grasses were all draped with shining spider webs. They were heavy with dew and hung from their necks and shoulders sparkling in the light of Grandfather Sun. Some were adorned with strings of jewels lit from within. Some wore instead glittering stoles draped from their shoulders. They were dressed lavishly. Each time I passed I swore I could hear their hushed voices in the moment of excitement before the curtain rises. Then came the voice of the rooster strong and clear and the singing began. Next thing you know I will be become an opera person too!