Sunday Musings

There is something beautiful and pristine about the pre-dawn morning. I sit in the silence of this space, hearing sounds that are drown during louder parts of the day. My heartbeat is louder, more easily identified.

The day is beginning and I feel unrushed which is a feeling unlike much of the rest of the day. Time seems slower. It occurs to me that the feeling of being rushed is a feeling I create, not one that is thrust upon me. “Rushed” is a state of mind. I may make choices that fill more time, that press me to move quickly from moment to moment.

Still the moments come no faster or slower except in my own perception. This moment seems shorter because there is some event following too quickly on its heels. Attitude. Therein lies the challenge.

Time comes to me at the same moment by moment rate. I can pause and receive each moment as it arises. Whatever happens, happens. My schedules and lists may be helpful; they may also create the illusion that time is “rushing past.”

My Sunday, predawn mornings remind me to pause, catch my breath, appreciate this moment, let go of my self-created sense of “rush.”

Is your life feeling rushed? Can you slow long enough to realize that the sense of being in a rush is your own construction?

Perhaps we could each learn to fill our schedules and lists with less; alternatively, we could learn to accept that what we can get done is what we get done without judgment.

Sundays in my predawn moments I find myself invited to appreciate life-as-it-is and focus less life-as-I-wish-it-was.

May you meet life where you are and as it is!