The Early Morning Space
Notes from the mountain top...
There
is a silent space in the early morning before the dawn which offers each one of
us a glimpse into the holy lands. This quiet path unfolds each and every day,
yet mostly goes unnoticed. Some don’t even know of its existence. But, I’m here
to tell you that I’ve seen a glimmer of its silence and heard the quiet whisper
of its song on a few lonely nights when my house slept and creaked its weary
bones in those wee hours.
Listen
closely when intuition softly whispers to you in the morning before the dawn.
It is just over the horizon, beyond what the ears can hear, what the eyes can
see and what the hands can gently touch. But, it neither shares the dark of the
evening, nor the light of the morning, and stretches far beyond our hurried
imagination.
If
you listen along with me one very early morning, before the sun raises its
sleepy gaze on the land, you will know the secret that I’m now whispering to
you about. It’s the music of silence. The quiet space that lives between notes.
The pause between each inhalation and exhalation. It’s in this moment where you
may find a glimpse of God, the spirit, and love that is. And, once you know,
you just might want to keep this a small little secret held on to, especially
when the world presents you with a tumbling of chaotic days that collide like
boulders sliding down the side of a mountain. Remember, there is a respite in the
spaces that exist in our world. Seek those out in the early morning much before
the dawn.
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