I DON’T KNOW ABOUT YOU, BUT I’M FINDING that, more and more, I like the mornings that begin in a muted fashion. Daylight that is muted with overcast skies or a dense curtain of fog, which in turn, seems to muffle sounds and light nicely. The sounds of passing cars on the canyon floor, dogs barking and the plethora of roosters all along the canyon—they all sound hushed. I appreciate all of these things.
Once upon a time, I used to turn on music the moment I awoke—I actually used music as my wake-up alarm, since the jarring electronic noises set me on edge. Not the best way to start a day, right? As I wandered through the house, another radio would be turned on (set on timers so they would go off in 30 minutes if I wasn’t in the room), whether for the simple desire of sound filling the void, or the lovely lyrics … I had a need for the radio to be on. If not the radio, then the tv. My husband used to have his talk shows on during his waking hours (which I hated—all that incessant talking …)—I preferred music over talk … and arguing.
I’m not sure when the change happened. Most noticeable was when I chose to only have the tv on for one news program, followed by my usual shows, which over the course of time dwindled to only a few … either because I grew weary of them or they were pulled by the network. So, my nights became quiet when there were no programs to watch. Time to read … or write. Then, I somehow discovered the quiet of early morning. Quite by accident, I’m sure. Once upon a time, I was a very early riser—like my dad. Since my pseudo-retirement, those days are few and far between … because I can. It took some doing, though. My dad had instilled such a powerful work ethic in his children for so long that it is still hard for me to stay asleep past 7—I find myself waking at 5 … 6 … 7. But have learned to roll back over and, though unable to fall back asleep, I use the time to plan my day—after I have a little chat with God, thanking him for things in my life. Then I do a bit of stretching before I roll out of bed. Those two things are a must, or I truly struggle getting out of bed and into my day successfully.
It must have been in that quiet morning time that I first started to seriously take notice of the stillness during that early hour. And to see and hear the thick, dampening veil lift, allowing the noisiness and brightness of the day—the hustle and bustle of everyday life—to invade my space.
It’s been well over a year since I began making this change (no, I’m not done—I will always be a “work in progress” … as we all should be). Now I cherish the early mornings. Especially the mornings where sounds and light are dampened by weather conditions, allowing for that quiet and muted feeling to remain just a little longer.
So, if you are feeling that your day is filled with too much rushing around and not enough peace, take a few minutes to listen to what is going on around you. Turn down the volume of everything in your life. Turn off the radio. Turn off the tv. Take out those ear buds … put down the phone. Shut the computer down. Remove yourself from what you are doing this instant. Take a deep breath and seriously listen. To nature. The sounds of the wind, the birds … your heart beating in your chest. Perhaps its traffic outside the window. Perhaps it’s your children. Listen to them as they play (or argue) amongst themselves. Don’t intervene, just listen. Listen to the sounds around you.
What changes would make it more enjoyable? How can you change how you engage in life to make it less crazy? More personal. More interactive. Look at things from a different perspective if they are irritating in your present mind-set.
I’m liking the changes—and, like I said before, they are ongoing—that I am making in my life. How about you?
May this day forward find you moving closer to a more peaceful state, filled with the joy of truly living in and enjoying the moments that surround you.