My kids and some of my friends think that I am totally nuts for getting up every day around 4:30 am. I know as much as I like to sleep, you’d think I’d push it to the last minute and stay in bed. But today I was thinking how much that time in the morning means to me.
There is no noise. All is quiet, well unless my neighbor lets his dog out and he barks all the time for an hour straight. No buzzing noises, car sounds, no neighborhood kids yelling. Total calmness. And then slowly the birds start wakeing up and today the neighborhood cardinal was just out there singing his beautiful song. The sun was starting to rise in the east, and I had my cup of coffee in my hand and was thinking to myself that I am grateful that I was able to experience this.
And then there was the 1 hour nap midday…my siesta. Priceless!
