There is something special in waking up at dawn and looking at the dark but blue sky and watch it slowly become a lighter shade until it envelops me with the incredible presence of the atmosphere so rare, so far, in our known universe.
Our dreams still cling to our skin and the stars are still a part of the night. The stillness is palpable while on the street below, people drive following some unknown calling. The light of their car is a streak of light in the dark. This is a magical part of my time. The in-between hours when it is no longer night and not yet day.
I like to come to my favorite oak chair and listen to myself;
kind of set the energy for what is to come even if it is only to write a bit on my computer or listen to the birds as they awaken with the timid sounds they make at dawn.
I imagine things; I see decorated elephants that are leading me on a trail and beckon me to images of dunes partly lit in the desert as they open a world of fantasy that I enter quietly and where my imagination gets lost.
Soon, the day will start and the phone will ring or my husband will awaken and I will find my voice like a bipedal being that I am. Talking. I wonder sometimes if it is really necessary; if our thoughts transmute and travel to others and we do not need to voice what our minds entertains. Sometimes my daughter calls me just as I am about to pick up the phone and call her. Our connection is so tight and I find myself realizing that indeed we are united and we let our spirits touch. So often my husband’s mind is exactly focused on my own and we voice at the same time the same circuitry of our thoughts.
But when I go to my studio, the light change inside of me. I see things differently as I pick up my needle or my brush. My sense of acuity is intense and I listen to the voice that resides in me and tells me what to do. The inner voice…the intuition, the creative self.
I know that I am not alone. Countless people wake up early and stare like me at our sky above and wonder. Our atmosphere is so rare and fragile.
It is like being connected to a long army of watchers that are all waiting in silence for the day to begin. A sacred ritual, like a long line of thread that is present and goes around each person enchanting them and freeing their soul.
So, early today, I am next to you in my thoughts. We do not have to say any word. But deep inside of us the magic begins somewhere between night and light … we connect.
Copyright 2010 Micheline Brierre