Wednesday, November 2, 2011

The Hour of the Soul

It's 4 a.m., the hour of the soul,
the time I often return from the land of sleep
to feed my spirit with an hour or two of solitude.

It's a mystery...awakening. Is it done in a fleeting second or does it take minutes?
 As I rouse from my drowse, I'm conscious of consciousness, of memory, and thoughts.

I'm aware of my body renewed by rest, the quiet of the night, and the intimacy of darkness. I thank heaven and its sparkling stars for the physical pleasures and privileges of owning a bed, something so many in this world can't enjoy. Slipping away on cat's feet, I leave my sleeping companion behind and glide away to my solitary world before reality comes up with the sun.

 It's like the early morning call to worship in the chapel of an ancient abbey where scriptures are read by candlelight and hymns are sung in one-voice a capella, except this is a call to gather at Our Lady of Perpetual Blogging, Twittering, and Facebooking where words and pictures are read by the light of the computer screen. Where I go to hear a choir of voices...and to sing in response. To commune with creative spirits and offer prayers for virtual friends.

I'm not alone in my early morning romp. I have a sisterhood. Carmen, my neighbor on the left, doesn't sleep well now that Jack is gone so she roams her house in the early hours of the morning. Silhouetted in the unlit window of Jack's old room, she keeps his spirit close to her while she gazes at the moon. On the other side of my house, Barbara, another insomniac, brews coffee at 4 a.m. while she catches up on email. She says she often sees lights on at my house while she's wandering through her rooms. With a wink, she says, "We should get together for coffee as long as we're up!" But we never do.

We love our solitude, our time alone.
In virtuality.

27 comments:

Anonymous said...

oh to be the first to comment on this treasure of a post!
you have captured the early morning solitude perfectly. i love the thought of your being able to see the light of each neighbor on the side and knowing you have the early morning quietness in common.
i am an early morning person. have always been. the perfect time.
and today... made even more perfect by the closeness of coming rain.
cheers and abbey hugs,
tammy j

Cathy said...

To dwell fleetingly in real solitude makes room for Love.

Anonymous said...

And here I thought that you were the artist in the family--although I suppose beautiful prose like this is art.

Brother Steve

Bernie said...

Imperfect prose - I think not. Beautiful post. I must say, though, that I am your counterpart. I roam the aisles of my home before 3am. By 4, I am finally asleep. I'm thinking that you are more productive with a few hours of sleep under your belt.

Enjoyed this.

Midlife Jobhunter said...

Sorry, Becky. That was me on the previous comment. Just doing some closing on my mom's blog and was still hooked up to it.

Brian Miller said...

i usual am not up until 6 but that is my time before the family wakes to just breath and be so i understand completely...

Tina Steele Lindsey said...

Wonderful wonderful post, so beautifully written and expressed.

Old Ollie said...

You remind me of my friend the Tired Monk.

Thanks for you kinds words...you have kept me going today.

ells said...

I love your description of the early morning sanctuary...it makes me even look more forward to that blessed time tomorrow...
Blessings as you romp...many times I am romping then too...

Jeanne @ Collage of Life said...

So nicely said Becky...I can feel and here the peace and quiet. What a nice thought for you to know that their is a shared enjoyment in the early hours of the morning. I know that feeling...when you are up, your up...best to just enjoy. :)

Jeanne xx

Julie@beingRUBY said...

Beautiful Becky
You've created a magic feeling with these words.. I love that quiet alone time and you have described it so well.. I can understand it's nice to know that others are there ... in their own solitude ... but you don't want to break the spell of your own piece of quiet time...

I'm often awake at 4am also.. but from the other side of sleep...

ciao ciao xxx Julie

S. Etole said...

Wandering in thought at 3 AM most mornings. How beautifully you have described these moments.

rosaria said...

My new cat wakes early, and I'm anticipating her sweet calling many mornings as I am usually a morning person. I do my best work before ten!

Hanne Bente said...

Hello Becby.
Lovely post.
I just put a quote into.
"See how nature - trees, flowers, grass - Grows in silence, watching the stars, moon and sun, how De move in silence - we need silence kunne touch souls"
"Mother Teresa
Wishing you a good Thursday.
Hugs Hanne Bente ♥

Kateri said...

There is something about insomnia that brings out creativity in me. "It's 4 a.m., the hour of the soul...." Perfect!

Leslie said...

i often wake at 4 or 5 am, (unfortunately wakened by pain.) but as you say, it's a good opportunity to think, to pray, to be in silent communion. and i like to see the friendly lights of my near neighbors, too. i love the way you described the early morning call to worship in the abbey - i think i'll remember that the next time i get that early morning wake up call. and i, too, am glad for the fellowship i find through this odd virtual world. perhaps because we share our souls here - our hopes and dreams and fears and loves - we connect more readily than if we met in the "real" world, where social conventions call for polite small talk about the weather...

Linda@ Lime in the Coconut said...

...and I will nod to you across the way...when I see your light on too.

Beautiful becky!

emily wierenga said...

oh becky this was incredible. i wanted to keep reading. i LOVE how you describe it as a holy call to worship...

janae said...

It is holy, the early morning haunting -- such a beautiful 'capture' your words made.

Nancy said...

What a beautiful picture of redeeming the time. For some reason, I often find myself awake between 2 and 3 a.m. Sometimes I get up and read. Usually I stay in bed and pray or offer, in silence, hymns I know by heart back to God.

Debbie said...

What a beautiful post, Becky!
You definitely have a gift with words.
xxxooo

mermaid gallery said...

We are so alike!....that is exactly what i am doing right now!...it is my time....special. cozy, intimate moments with distant, like minded, creative, insomniac people.... i wake up so i can have this time alone....to watch the dawn break and find out what is happening in blogger land....good morning!

Pooch Purple Reign said...

beautiful post becky. thank you!
~laura xx

Beth said...

I get up an hour early just to get that time. I used to dread the thought of a 5:30 alarm sounding. Now it goes off at 4:30 and sometimes I set it for 4 if I've some school things to do that I was too tired to do the night before.
There is peace in the darkness outside and the quiet inside as hubby slumbers away and the cats creep out on the screened-in porch (and I huddle in a blanket, so they can--the French doors are rt. by my computer armoire) with eyes big and searching.
I've come to love this time doing just as you do--my cyberspace reach-out.

GLENDA CHILDERS said...

How about if I bring the cream? :-)
I am often awake at that time of the night. And if it only happens 2 times a week, I rather enjoy it.

Things have been busy this past month and I have not had time to do any blog reading. I have missed you.

Fondly,
Glenda

TSL - Living in Art said...

Hi, Becky, I believe I replied on here previously, but was wondering if you got any pics of the chalk festival!

Hanne Bente said...

Hello Becky.
Just straight inside to say hello.
Nice that you have learned a few Danish words.
I've got my school English refresh when I write in English.
Thanks for your comment on my blog.
Here in Denmark we have Morten's night today, ie. that many eating and / rice a la mande (a tradition)
I've soon as Thanksgiving Day (it's not the last Sunday in November?).
Wishing you a good Thursday.
Hugs Hanne Bente ♥