Why I Wake Early

Years ago, a dear friend introduced me to the gorgeous poetry of Mary Oliver.

Although I adore so many of her poems, one in particular provided inspiration then, and has done so for many years since.

And this beautiful spring morning was no exception. My hubby and I were both awake at 5:45. “How about a walk?” I asked.

And to my surprise and delight, he agreed to leave his mountain bike at home, and join me in the woods on foot.

We walked much further than we’d intended, arriving at the waterfall several miles from our house.

It was a magical morning.

 

 

Thank you, Mary Oliver for the inspiration…

Why I Wake Early

Hello, sun in my face.
Hello, you who make the morning
and spread it over the fields
and into the faces of the tulips
and the nodding morning glories,
and into the windows of, even, the
miserable and crotchety–

best preacher that ever was,
dear star, that just happens
to be where you are in the universe
to keep us from ever-darkness,
to ease us with warm touching,
to hold us in the great hands of light–
good morning, good morning, good morning.

Watch, now, how I start the day
in happiness, in kindness.

Here’s to hoping you find inspiration and magic in your day.