You know, if you'd told me in my teens I was a morning person, I'd have thought you were nuts. But it's always been true. I remember when I was in California and we got up early every day. I remember sitting the back yard, up early for school in the dewy morning. I remember a year and a half ago, when I was getting up early every morning. All these were the times I felt the most stable and full of life. There's something about the energy in my body that craves the sunrise. I was up this morning at 4:30, and I woke up full of energy and excitement. Staying up late occasionally is fine, but there's nothing like the morning waking to heal me.

Right now I'm sitting outside watching the sun creep over the apartments to our east, turning the sky a light pink and deep purple. The clouds washed onto the sky. I hear the continual splashing of the fountain on our little lake, the click of the oven making from-scratch brownies for tonight, a plane on it's way to our local airport, and the geese occasionally honking.

I think I'll go greet the dawn with some T'ai Chi, filled with joy and life.