My alarm went off at 5:30 this morning. I hit "snooze" twice and was up by 5:40 am. Stumbled my way down the hallway, and settled into the quiet, comfortable darkness of my living room.
For those who have always been "morning people", I'm on to your secret. I adore the sacred solitude of a quiet hour, before the day springs to life. It seems there's more kindness, more consideration, more TRUTH in the quiet hour.
I'd love to harness the simplicity, the goodness and the the purity I find in early morning moments - and use it all day long. Perhaps I'll try.