Morning Music: The soundtrack of stillness & movement

When my alarm goes off in the morning and the light filters through my open blinds, my mind goes one of two places.
It’s either wired with gratitude and well-rested energy — ears perked, listening to the birds outside, heart full of appreciation for another day of new experiences, opportunities, and doing what I love.

Or, my mind wanders to the other place — the one that feels heavy with exhaustion, annoyed that morning has already come, and convinced I’ve only slept 30 minutes. Sometimes, that second place wins, and I shut off my alarm with no intention of waking up until I decide it’s time.

But 98% of the time, I just get up. No thinking involved. Just one swift movement — feet to the floor.

Once I’m there, my heart is ignited. And it’s time to do what fuels me — and to make every sunrise part of the journey.

Ever since I was a kid, I’ve always loved the mornings.
I’ve always been drawn to the stillness of the world in those early hours — how it feels like a quiet stretch of time where anything is possible. In the morning, the day doesn’t exist yet. It’s a blank canvas. A space that belongs entirely to you. No dream feels too big, and no task too overwhelming, because the hours ahead are yours to fill.

It’s a time for your thoughts, your breath, and your body to exist on their own.

In the morning, there’s nothing to reflect on. Nothing has happened yet. Everything is a beginning. Even nature is starting fresh — the birds sing new songs, the trees stretch into the light. The clouds haven’t even made their way up to the sky. And while the world hums softly around you, your own mind begins to sing too — a quiet melody of dreams and possibility.

Morning Music
With every stride,
my shoes hit the dirt,
scraping the ground as my toes lift from underneath my knee
and lunge forward,
throwing my body farther than it was before.

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My arms catch up,
drumming to the off-beat rhythm of my hips.

But my body isn’t the only musician on this trail.

Morning songs chirp all around me
as birds sing their greetings to one another.
Critters rustle in bushes —
I wonder if they slept last night.

Wind whispers or howls through my skin.
Sometimes, it tells me secrets
and says not to tell anyone.
I giggle.

Other times,
it chants stories of those who came before me.
I listen.

My breath is no match
for the vast natural world that exists around me,
but it allows me to bask in its morning light —
and for that,
I am eternally grateful.