The booming subwoofer in a passing vehicle rattled the house windows and startled me awake. I glanced at the time on my smart watch–the display showed 1:43 am. I briefly considered revenge on the inconsiderate neighbor down the street who owns the decrepit Mitsubishi coupe with the subwoofer. He was probably the guilty party. I soon nixed the revenge. The guy is probably already suffering from hearing loss and plagued by tinnitus. Anyway, my car’s stereo is not loud enough for the type of revenge I contemplated. I blanked the thoughts from my head as I rolled into a more comfortable sleeping position.
I remained in the mental twilight condition between wakefulness and sleep for perhaps half an hour. Then I became fully alert and eager to begin the day–way too early. There was no reluctance to climb out of bed because I have repeatedly found great delight when being awake during the dark, early hours of the morning.
I dressed, ate a simple sunflower butter on whole wheat sandwich accompanied by hot coffee. I soon slipped into my tan coat then stepped outdoors for a short, brisk walk in the crispy, cold air. 15 or more minutes later, I had returned home. It was too early for Orange the cat and his usual visit, so without delay, I entered the house to warm up and begin writing this blog post.
I know in my heart that it is a tremendous privilege to be alive and alert in the early morning hours. To breathe deeply, to enjoy simple pleasures, to love, to contemplate living on Planet Earth. I know that life is shorter than we wish and this fact makes living a precious act.
“No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.”–Bram Stoker
I awaken most mornings anticipating some sort of adventure or discovery of something unfamiliar. I’m somehow more curious nowadays than during my adolescence. This might be due to the fact that I choose to get up early rather than being required to get up at a mandatory time. Early morning feels more exciting and inspirational now than during my youth.
I read somewhere that it is wise to ask oneself first thing in the morning if I am doing things that I believe in. If so, am I doing them because of the most ethical motives? If not, why not? These questions set the tone for the remainder of the day.
“Love. Fall in love and stay in love. Write only what you love, and love what you write. The key word is love. You have to get up in the morning and write something you love, something to live for.”–Ray Bradbury
I’ve long followed Bradbury’s simple advise. It is one of the main reasons this blog does not have a central theme. Today, my love of the dark, early hours of the morning was the prompt for this short, simple, homey article.
I can say with some measure of confidence, I eventually learned that the simmering desire to do something, provides the power to awaken each morning and resume living more authentically and joyfully. Few things in life are as beautiful and promising than the dawning of a new day.
The Blue Jay of Happiness quotes advisor, companion, and father-in-law of the Prophet Muhammad, Abu Bakr. “It is a matter of shame that in the morning the birds should be awake earlier than you.”