The Lightening

My morning routine is based around clock time.

But the experience is a pure reflection of the time of year.

RIGHT NOW.

I arise in the dark and make my way up the stairs to the attic. Yoga is my first and most perfect wake-up, slowly moving muscles that have slept and feeding them with deep breaths, oxygen their source of energy.

I am in the attic, carpeted and finished many years ago as a bedroom for our two little girls. Later as the “penthouse” for one or another teen-aged kid. Now it serves as the playroom/bedroom for visiting grandchildren. In other words, a place of positive, good vibes.

But at 5:30 in the morning it is mine. When my genius husband put on a new roof many, many years ago, he added six skylights. Two face east, four face south, bringing in the  most light possible.

RIGHT NOW.

The lightening happens during my yoga practice through the skylights I stretch under. I love witnessing that magic that slowly changes dimness ... to shapes ... to the faintest colors ... to the bright hello of a new day. 

And as I walk outside for part II of my morning routine, I am often treated to a one of a kind sunrise made just for that day ... maybe an orange glow along the line between earth and sky ... or a full blown pattern of pinks across the clouds. A show that costs nothing but to look up.

And in six months my “RIGHT NOW” will repeat itself. But in between ... well, I’ll save that for another day. 

If I had my druthers ... my clock would have a little hand that moves with the seasons ... a big hand that traces the phases of the moon ... and a seconds hand marking each sunrise and sunset.