The light and the darkness… they both feed my soul… 

Morning person, night person… and old familiar question. At different times in my life I have stayed between these two. When my days were spent working, filled with young kids, school, and the day to day life of of my younger days… morning person. Night would find me exhausted and trying to catch up to rest to start early again in my routines. As kids grew and life changed and jobs came and went I spent time enjoying the night, watching the moon and missing sunrise, instead I learned to listen to thr night, the sounds, the quiet, and the stars and moon were the light I savored…

This era of life I am both, my ole body speaks to me early, urging me to give movement to its parts, the aches and pains of life nudge me to wake early, my soul yearns to hear the stillness before the sun breaks, to see its glorious rising…. its good. The nighttime, and the glorious display of sunset tugs at my soul too, watching the sun fade into the distance and hearing the night sounds come alive, that too whispers to my heart and soul. In the night my soul dances among shadows and listens to its sounds. Its a tricky line to walk, the one between the morning and the night… both speak to my soul, both stir my heart and mind to think.. to dream.. to be present in the beauty of creation… so, I am both. I am morning, I am night, they both have a reverence for me.