Have you ever noticed how dawn’s solitude speaks successively…how its lucency ushers the first stirrings of day’s creation and covers the nocturnal with its blanket of light. It is like a bulbous peony beginning to open. First, a nest of featherless baby birds noisily start seeking out sustenance. Their shrill tiny voices break night’s quiet. Soon others, in the tree neighborhood, join their chorus. Winged parents flutter about as they find a suitable breakfast to fill young bellies. Thereafter, they begin their own succinct songs: robins’ rhythmic chatter, blue jays’ sliding staccato calls, the high wood whistle of chickadees and the sea-saw verse of sedge wrens.
Rabbits spring and stop suddenly…still than not…still than not. Even the wind wakens the leaves who start their swaying oak waltzes and spinning aspen pirouettes. These sequential movements build and begin to blend together like an orchestra commencing a lone pianissimo piccolo, then joined by flutes, then clarinets; until, finally, the brass and percussion pair with them to create a diverse ensemble of a strong, mezzo-piano presence.
Have you ever thought about the dawn that lies within you? Each event, encounter, thought, deed, is also successively shaping our souls, constructing our character, and allowing the illumination of life to shine brilliantly, if we grant it permission.
We are the ones who decide if the sun arises each day inside us. We are the ones who determine to let the light of selflessness cover the darkness of selfishness. We are the ones who commission well-formed words mirrored in showers of action to blossom. Our petal-lipped speech connected to supportive stems of active kindness is a bouquet of beauty to our world. One that offers others the opportunity to breathe in its caring scent and allow it to saturate the wistfulness each person carries within them to be noticed, valued, and accounted.
Today, and tomorrow, and each day after let us remember to make way for the dawn that lies within us; even on days when dark clouds threaten to smother our radiance. With open arms let us welcome existence and celebrate its fullness. I bid you a sheen ‘Good morning’, two words which hold the highest of hopes.
…encouraged to write in another format about the subject of the week by Ann….these were my thoughts. It was written with sounds of speech in mind, and I’d like to invite to you read it aloud, slowly, like dawn stretching into morning.