I found this excerpt in my 'writings and musings' folder. It was written while I was in Argentina, a new wife but not yet a mother; it was a moment of gratefulness that I'm so glad I documented.
Those mornings changed my life. Here is a photo of the sheep resting under a shady tree from the morning sun. Another from a cold winter morning as they traveled down the hill to graze.
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The early morning is my favorite time of day. I stretch my legs, face the chill, and
step out into a new day. The
gorgeous world that we live in, rely on; such a spiritual place for me. I stand in the dew stained grass, take
in deep breaths of the fresh mountain air, and look out over the sheep grazing
as the sun comes up and over the mountains in the distance. The light hits the snow on the
mountains in the most delicate way.
As all mornings should be; delicate. A calming tranquility lives and loves me in the early
morning mountain air.
The
early mornings are a time for peace, a time for prayer, a time for me and the
mountains to exist together, without a noise, or a distraction, other than an
occasional greeting from the sheep.
I love the early mornings because the earth has rested all night, as
have I, without a soul to bother her, because up here she sleeps so
soundly. The world is completely
dark and quiet as the sun goes down.
The stars are at their brightest, as if the world is dreaming so deep
and the deeper the dream, the brighter the stars twinkle. What a polite sun, to slowly let the
world below adapt to her rays. I
face the bright light and close my eyes in the most thankful moments of
existence. Thankful for so many
things, too many to name. I love
the early mornings, I am the first one awake. I love the early mornings because
I am greeted with such a calming and delicate air, that to begin my day this
way, I am thankful until the sun goes down when I dream of the next delicate
morning.
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