There is something about waking up when the world is still sleeping which brings solace and comfort to my soul. It provides a soothing to my aching thoughts and outermost desires as well as a sense of mysteriousness in my writing. Because I start work at noon, I’ve made it a habit to be in bed by 10pm so I can succumb to my morning ritual of waking up between five and five-thirty a.m. I sit and lavish in the light of my candles and stillness in the evening darkness which paves a path for the morning light.
As my fingers tap away at the keyboard, there is an immense opening which stands beautifully crafted in front of me, giving me a window of opportunities since my mind is as fresh as the start of a kind new day. Every so often, as I gaze up from my laptop, I notice the black slowly becoming lighter shades of dark blue with gaps of scattered white clumps. Eventually, this all metamorphoses into a kaleidoscope of colors as the sun shares her stories and travels in shades of pink, blue, orange, and gray. Colors leftover from her visits to the other side of the world; brought here for the freedom of our ventures in writing. Because these moments seem to pass quickly as the sun continues to rise, I try to capture and hold onto the brevity of such a peaceful and promising portrait.My thoughts glide much easier from my inner-darkest secrets and imagination to the words revealed and staring back at me. The realness and serenity of the sky provides tiny seedlings of the day which offer me a new hope in my writing. I embellish in the insignia of God’s work which unfolds right before my eyes. All of this beauty is a simple joy experienced through my very own porthole at the wee hours of an opportunistic morning.
As the minutes pass and the blazing orange and pink colors battle the white light above the horizon and try to make their way through the scattered clouds, I almost feel lifted. Echoes of planes shouting across the skyline take my mind to far off destinations and a world where I am the creator. Yes, I am the one in control of the fate of my pen and the people and places my mind will meet. I observe how this picture resembles so many things in my life. For instance, the simplicity and peace in nature can sometimes be overlooked and never appreciated because acts of addiction or selfishness once destroyed all things gifted, beautiful and strong.I’m also an avid coffee junkie in the morning. My first and number one priority once that 5 a.m. alarm buzzer goes off is to groggily make my way over to the coffee pot and push the brew button. Depending on the season and my mood, there are several of favorites which I enjoy waking up to. Around this time of year, I love Dunkin Doughnuts ground pumpkin spice coffee. During the winter time, there is a fantastic brand called Winter Blend from Manhattan Bagel. This is probably my favorite because it has a smooth flavor and kick to it. I tend to splurge on a few bags so I am well equipped to conquer my tendency to stay curled up like sponge during the winter; soaking up all of the warmth as I bury myself under the blankets.
During the summer months, I find it much easier to wake up, even at times, with no alarm. I will still light candles and surround myself in an atmosphere where my mind can travel to those places it so desperately longs for. But as far as my coffee goes, it is a much lighter brew since the bitterness of the cold can no longer seek rapture upon me.
I don’t know about you, but once I get home from work, my brain is literally close to shut-down mode. Because I tend to get home around 7:30 and 8:00pm, I usually scramble to get dinner ready, sit down to collect my thoughts after being on my feet all day, and squeeze in some time to catch up with friends and family. As much as I fight it, I might be able to answer a few emails here and there, make some comments on the numerous blogs I follow, and even post some tweets. However, as far as my writing goes, it is a sacred treasure which only has an opportunity to be discovered by my irreplaceable morning delight.
Do you have any writing rituals? Is there a time (morning, afternoon, or night) when you are more focused on your writing? Are there times when you find yourself in complete shut-down mode and are unable to even glance at the computer screen?