Daylight Savings, 6:40am
Rounding, meditation, bed made, teeth pulling, tea brewing — feels so good to be getting ready for the day early.
Daylight savings is a great way to start a habit and kill another one.
One of the dark ones.
There’s a magic to the early hour, there’s an air of creativity and divinity.
You feel like you’re sitting with the Masters as they paint, write, read, sculpt, swim, clean, tone, prepare.
What do the Masters do?
They fail and then fail better.
They keep at it; tweaking, refining, questioning, moving forward.
I hear a baby play in the apartment next to me.
The sweet vocal explorations in baby Ari.
Little Ari who intently, clumsily, lurches toward a goal and topples over.
Again and again. Baby steps are the royal road to skill, he teaches us from the other room.
Ari, you inspire me.
I hear Sunday traffic below, just barely, thank God for thick windows.
I hear the fridge humming and my tea coming to a brew.
Nature sits at her throne contemplating and at play, simultaneously.
Everything in Nature’s time, right Ari?
My eyes are puffy from tears.
My body sore from yoga.
My mind at ease in this innocent hour.