Over all the years of writing and living creatively, I have come to appreciate the gift of those first few morning hours upon rising. I feel grateful to be here – alive and well on the Earth plain – and joyfully curious as to what might manifest as the day progresses.
There are mornings and then there are good mornings.
For me, a good morning is rising with the light and making time to read, write, sketch or unravel a dream. This quiet time nurtures my soul and enables me to breathe life into my day. I find that I’m always more focused and content when I give myself this space.
Although I love the special light at dawn, extra early starts are rare for me – unless I need to be somewhere or I’m travelling. It takes me a while to emerge from the realm of dreams and I’m usually in-between this world and another until I’ve had my first (or sometimes second) cup of jasmine green tea.
Over the years, with moving to one creative nest and another, my morning space has frequently changed. I have favourite spots. There’s the house where I wrote Light Weaver. My morning view overlooked the timeless beauty of Cuerden Valley Park with its rolling greenery and the resplendent Mother Tree standing proud on the distant rise.
I prefer my morning space to be full of natural light and, even better, with a beautiful scene to contemplate upon. The views through the seasons and ever present company of nature provides no end of inspiration. But after many moves, I have come to realise that a good morning space can be found anywhere. It’s all a matter of perspective.
This morning, I made some notes that emerged from the previous night’s shadows. I sketched a little. I dipped into Tove’s Winter book (again). And I ended my good morning focus with a tea meditation.
Questions for you:
How do you start your day?
What makes an especially good morning for you?
Would you like to participate in a mini-mission to focus on making the most of your mornings?