It’s dark. It’s early.

And I’m prepping coffee to assist in pumping caffeine through my veins.

Awake and reflecting and writing in the early hours. Stealing time out of my sleep schedule. Pushing my body and mind out of the bed and into creativity. Striving for more. Striving for productivity. Walking away from rest.

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It’s dark. It’s late. It’s a world of hush outside.

The lights are on and the TV is chattering. Fast talking and flashing images. My body is tired and asking for rest, but my brain is awake–chasing images across the screen and empathizing with the people and stories.

I’m pumping my mind with more information and stimulation in the name of Entertainment. I am not at rest.

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What if I let the rhythm of creation set the tone and time for the rhythm of my day? What if I stilled myself as dusk whispered its light lullaby over the earth? And what if I didn’t stir myself until the birds and creatures began to stir at the sun’s song?

What if I accepted the night for what it was meant to be? A time of stillness and quiet and rest? And I let the day be the day, all flurried with life and survival and activity?

I wonder what would happen to my mind, heart, soul, and body if I followed the rhythm of life instead of fought against it… I want to find out.