I’ve been trying to get up early. I’ve never been a morning person, except, I admit that lately I’m discovering the merits of getting up before the noise in the house starts. I begin to wonder how much of my identity I’ve wrapped around this idea of being a night owl all these years. To say “I’m not” this or that becomes limiting at best. The strange reality is that my life is shifting all the time. All of our lives are shifting. Sometimes we’re the day job, sometimes we’re the night shift. Some days we’re flu ridden, some nights we’re insomniacs. We’re the late night parent, we’re the day time teacher. I wonder how much choice we really have to be “night people” or “day people.”
At any rate, I’m doing my level best to work with my circumstances and the basic truth of it is that by 8pm I’m so worn out from the day that I just cannot bring words to my brain it seems. And so, I’m trying to find myself in the mornings, in the (relative) quiet, in the sliver of time between all out and all in.
This poem from the lovely Mary Oliver came across my laptop screen today, compounding just what I’d been thinking, providing our Poetry Tuesday fix as it were.
Enjoy, good people….
Why I Wake Early
Hello, sun in my face.
Hello, you who made 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 the 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.
~ Mary Oliver ~
(Why I Wake Early, 2004)