Today’s first light was extraordinary due to post-hurricane weather. With so many lives lost in the Bahamas and so much devastation, it’s hard to imagine that something this beautiful comes at the end of a brutal storm.
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first light
I wrote this poem early yesterday morning inspired by the sacred space of first light—the time of day when light first appears, but before the sun rises. When you’re all alone in the morning, you’re able to consciously embrace the calm and the quiet all around you. This silence allows you to focus on self-reflection and opens you up for inspiration.
I feel like everyday at first light is precious. I wake early almost every day just to savor this sacred moment.
Sacred Spaces was last modified: August 5th, 2017 by Jet Widick