I awaken to the sound of silence. Peaceful, blissful soul stillness. The world has not yet awakened, except for a lone raven’s call from high in the cedars.
I rise without a word, thankful for the quietness. In meditative moments of mindfulness and solitude, I feed the animals, care for the plants. Mindful walking. Mindful drinking – yin/yang water. Mindful collecting firewood and stoking the morning fire. Mindful of contributing to the stillness, not crashing over it.
I do not speak; morning is a time for silence. My actions are gentle, my steps non-intrusive.
Awareness and thankfulness of BE-ing stillness in the sacred Morning.