Why I Wake Early…

I have always loved Mary Oliver’s writing and in these days of Covid, I love it even more. A blessed diversion, she reminds me to get up and to get out and to ground my feet firmly in nature.

As someone who rolls out of bed with the birds, her poem ‘Why I Wake Early’ is a personal favourite. With Covid interruptions to my ‘normal’ work life now fully in effect I am able to walk every morning and literally further afield. Things could be much worse.

I share Mary Oliver’s words below along with a few recent photos from the Hills. I hope you find your own slice of inspiration from them. Onward we go.

“Hello, sun in my face ” she writes

Hello, you who make the morning
and spread it over the fields

and faces of the tulips
and the nodding morning glories,
and into the windows of, even, the
miserable and crotchety–

best preacher that ever was,
dear star, that just happens
to be where you are in the universe

to keep us from ever-darkness,
to ease us with warm touching,
to hold us in the great hands of light–

good morning, good morning, good morning.

Watch, now, how I start the day
in happiness, in kindness. – by Mary Oliver