Sundays are the day I consistently rise before the sun. I am awake by 5:00 AM and in “my chair” by 5:10 with a cup of coffee and the Silence as companions. This morning was no different and completely different.
My space is at the back of our house, a small room addition with windows on three sides. From my seat I have a panoramic view of the dark night. Because I live in a densely populated area, there are street lights and house lights to outline the irregular lines of the trees and more regular lines of houses and sheds. In the darkness, those lines can blend together.
I sit in this quiet, hands wrapped around my hot ceramic mug. Part of the joy and practice of my morning is the feel the warmth permeating the cup which in turn permeates my hands. It is a lovely exchange of energy and I am especially thankful for it on cold mornings. The warmth reminds me I am alive, that everything exchanges a bit of energy in a variety of ways all the time in subtle and not-so-subtle ways.
I just sit.
When I finish that first cup of coffee, I may close my eyes and simply listen. I slip more gently into my morning meditation on a Sunday because of the prevalence of Silence. I still repeatedly work to release the seemingly endless parade of thoughts and feelings; somehow the “simply being here” seems to invite the transition though. There seems less resistance, less focus on destination.
Depending on the season, when I open my eyes there may be the hint of sunshine or at least a gray morning light. This room faces north so the hint of light generally comes first from my right side. There is a peaceful and timeless feel to Sundays here in this chair.
Today, I am beginning just now the glimpse the sunlight catching the tree tops. The leaves have lost their amorphous shape to cut clean lines, defining them as separate leaves and still part of the trees. No breeze this morning, no dancing limbs. A new and beautiful begins.
Infinitely Precious 
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