First Light

Each day I awaken well before dawn. After the preparations to begin my active hours, I visually survey the outdoors: on mild days, from the front steps–on stormy days, from the front window. Most mild early mornings my feline friend, Orange, shares a few minutes with me. Afterwards, I begin writing a post for this blog. Hence, bluejayblog’s point of view is generally influenced by the darkness of early morning.

Every single day, everyone of us are granted a sunrise. We may be able to see it unobscured and bright or through overcast and muted conditions. Given the dynamics of our planet’s existence, we receive dawn nonetheless.

During most of my adult life, dawn has been something I witness most days. When I worked graveyard shift, sunrise signaled that bedtime had arrived. After retirement, my internal clock reconfigured itself spontaneously. Now, sunrise signals that it’s time for another coffee break.

The minutes before the sky displays first light are a time of quiet and repose. Although I’m not a religious man, the final moments of night blending into first light are holy. A few residents of my town are awakening from their slumber to begin another workday; and the daytime creatures start stirring. This is when the land emerges from the ambiguity of night.

When we learn to take advantage of these holy minutes, we know that this is an ideal time to turn our attention inward. We mindfully contemplate our relationship to ourselves and to the world at large. Then we once again understand our place within the Universe. To those of us who have taken up this or a similar practice, first light is akin to a healing medicine.

First light in a clear or partly cloudy sky imparts a beauty of its own. The starry lights of the east become obscured by the pre-dawn glow. The remainder of the sky continues its transition from star-filled to an overall faint glow. Then the Sun suddenly bursts forth from the horizon to impart its power and glory upon everything and everyone with its nuclear energy.

To those who mindfully witness this event, the reality of our brilliant orange star energizes, inspires, and renews our hopes and plans for better days. Within ourselves, the Sun implies the possibilities that live within each of us. Allegories and myths make their retreat and capitulate as the rational, reasoning light further brightens the sky. We are reminded that the time has arrived to accept the changing conditions and move onward with our lives.


The Blue Jay of Happiness quotes 19th/20th century Spanish critic, editor, and poet, Juan Ramón Jiménez. “This morning the Sun made me adore it. It had, behind the dripping pine trees, the oriental brightness, orange and crimson, of a living being, a rose and an apple, in the physical and ideal fusion of a true and daily paradise.”

About swabby429

An eclectic guy who likes to observe the world around him and comment about those observations.
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11 Responses to First Light

  1. So lovely! Sunrises really are a beautiful experience

  2. I don’t always manage to get up in time to watch the sunrise, but when I do, it is a special experience. Your reflection captures it well

  3. Beautifully said. You must get up very early in the summer. At least up here you would have to.

  4. I’m not a morning person, but, on cross country drives to and from school, seeing the slow emergence of the surrounding landscape and the smattering of people begining the day as the sun rose was always a special experience.

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