My paternal grandmother was an early riser. Granny always said that she just loved the
early morning hours because it was such a “fresh start.” Listening to the world come alive in the hour
just before and just after dawn is something akin to being present at a
celebration. I have the same fondness
for those early morning hours that my Granny did.
Fresh
starts, in general, make me feel better about the world and more hopeful about
the future. With regard to mornings, it
seems like all of nature recognizes the power of those new beginnings. The creatures seem compelled to sing. Plant
life seems to perk up and stand taller. The air feels fresh, even electric.
It
feels spiritual (so it probably is).
My
calling, that of being an educator, provides similar new beginnings. The school where I work launched a new year
yesterday. You could just feel the
excitement in the air (even among us old geezers). New shoes, new clothes, new haircuts, new
students, new schedules, new lesson plans, new dreams, new possibilities, new
chances to get it right. It is an event
very similar to those morning celebrations of nature when the sun begins to
announce its return.
The
start of a new school year compels me to sing, to perk up and stand taller. It
feels like electricity in the air. It
feels like I’ve been given a brand new chance to get it right (or, at least,
righter than I did last year).
Forgiveness
seems a lot like a fresh start, too. A
chance to start over, get it righter.
I
love those fresh starts –
those early mornings,
those launchings of a new
school year,
those blessed moments of
forgiveness.
They
feel spiritual (so they probably are).
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