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Morning Promise

Morning is my favorite time of the day.  When I say morning I don’t mean the time from 8:00 a.m. until noon, I mean the time from 4:00 a.m. until 8:00 a.m.  That is the time that is mine and only mine.  The quiet of the early morning.  The waking before the birds.  The gradual silencing of the crickets that go to sleep just before the sun rises.

I wasn’t always a morning person.  It started when I had my son.  My gift.  The best thing that I ever created.  He changed me.  He made me think more about who I was.  He made me realize that if I wanted to spend my days in the best possible way I should wake up and have a plan.

The morning is when my mind has had time to rest.  Some wake up and are groggy but my brain wakes up charged and ready to start the day.  From the moment it wakes, before my eyes have even opened, it is thinking about what should be accomplished with the day ahead.  What was left undone the day before?  Does that which was undone need to be completed today?  Can I let yesterday’s plan be a reminder that it wasn’t important enough to fit in yesterday and it isn’t important enough to try to fit in today?

And the sun.  The glorious sun that begins it’s journey into my vision.  How and why did I sleep so many of those amazing visions away?  The sunrise is the most spectacular before the sun ever makes its crest over the horizon.

And the sun.  The glorious sun that begins it’s journey into my vision.  How and why did I sleep so many of those amazing visions away?  The sunrise is the most spectacular before the sun ever makes its crest over the horizon.  The birds begin to sing in celebration of a new day.  Flowers will begin to be warmed by its rays and will open to soak in the nourishment they crave.

We all crave the nourishment of the sun.  The warmth on our skin.  The ability that it gives us to see the world around us.  The colors that are black and white in the glow of the moon become different hues of the rainbow.

The rainbow surrounds us every day.  We just don’t recognize it.  Each sunrise follows the colors of the rainbow.  Don’t believe me?  Wake up and watch.  You will see the colors come alive before the sun moves into view.  The horizon will maintain hues of purples and blues while the clouds illuminate the beauty with pinks, oranges, reds, and yellows.  The background will be framed in the palest of greens.  The colors change and dance as the sun comes nearer the horizon.

And the air.  The air cleanses over-night.  At least it seems to cleanse overnight but perhaps it is the steady decrease of human pollutants that allow the vegetation around us to convert the toxins into the oxygen we need to breathe.

There is no better time to run than just before the sun rises.  The air is crisp and clean.  The flowers, as they open to greet the sun, release their fragrance they have held in over-night.  The moisture from the morning dew, as it falls on the grass, creates a sweet smell of the water we require to live.

Maybe that’s another reason why I love the morning.  It’s the promise of what can be instead of the reflective feel of what was at the end of each day. It’s the welcoming of the sun into view instead of the saying of goodbye.  It is the promise of what can be done instead of the reminder of what wasn’t.  It’s the growth that the sunshine brings when it’s power is on us.  It’s the feeling of life itself springing into action.  It’s the vision of things to come instead of the gradual darkness of what was.

So yes, the morning is my favorite time of day.  I’m thankful for many things in life but am most thankful for the gift of my son.  Not only is the creation of another being the most magical of human experiences but in my case, he opened my eyes to what the day ahead could be instead of what the day behind was.  Be thankful for every day you are able to spend.  Spend that time wisely.  We never know when will be the last time we will see the sun make its entrance.

Raissa Urdiales
Raissa Urdiales
Raissa lived most of her life along the shores of Lake Michigan in Wisconsin. She currently lives in the quiet city of Tega Cay, South Carolina, just across the border from the very active art community of Charlotte, North Carolina. Raissa has not always considered herself as an artist. She spent a great portion of her adult life staring into computer screens and managing computer system implementations and upgrades in the traditional corporate setting. It was through a chance paint night that she discovered her passion for painting. On her 51st birthday, she treated herself to some acrylic paints and brushes and has not stopped painting since. She balances her passion for creating with her day job as a systems analyst. In the wee hours of the morning, you will find her painting before she immerses herself in the technology that is consuming the world today. Although Raissa does not have formal training in the arts she is very conscious of the benefits it has on the human psyche. She holds a Bachelor's of Science majoring in Psychology where she focused her studies on Organizational Psychology. Through her corporate career, she has learned how to strike a balance between that which provides monetary reward and that which fulfills us as humans. For her, this balance is obtained through painting, writing, and exercise. She is currently a member of the Guild of Charlotte Artists where she exhibits select pieces during the quarterly art shows in and around the Charlotte Metropolitan Area. She has also submitted and is featured regularly in the Light Space & Time online gallery. When she is not painting or working with computer systems, she is writing. She currently has a column with BIZCATALYST 360° named “Artful Being” where she writes on topics both in and out of her corporate life to help others gain balance on what it is to be human.

6 COMMENTS

  1. Nice work. You are so very right in that many people including myself, walk through the day at times simply seeing grey. It’s when we step back and really open our eyes to the colors surrounding us that we gain a true perspective of its majesty and realize we are also a part its beauty.

    • It’s almost like a celebration every morning. I thanked my son after writing this. I honestly would never have been the same person I am today had I never had him. He is my most treasured gift.

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