Symphony Of The Sunrise
(The following is an excerpt from the Regenerative Poems, Short Stories and Recipes for the Soul chapter of my book Recipes For Reciprocity: The Regenerative Way From Seed To Table)
Each morning we are offered a precious opportunity to look at the world through new eyes, listen with more compassionate and appreciative ears and begin to turn over a new leaf. If we take the time to be present and perceive with the heart (as well as through our other organs of perception) as the first sunrays pour over the landscape entering our eyes this invokes a feeling of hope and gratitude for all that is and all the blessings we have been given in our life, propelling us forward and helping us to realize each new day is brimming with infinite possibilities for expressing our creativity, nurturing our fellow beings to help them achieve their highest potential, healing/regenerating wounds we may be involved with (physical, emotional or spiritual) and also offering endless potential for self-improvement, self-discovery and unfolding into our best and truest self.
Most think of morning as a time of day, but it is also a physical place. More specifically, morning is a band of a certain thickness that is in perpetual motion moving across the face of the earth. There is a wave of all that the break of dawn entails constantly washing over and connecting countless beings (human and non human) in a shared experience of renewal, inspiration, illumination, rejuvenation and peace. Therefore each day (regardless of our outward appearance, social status, class, nationality or creed) we are unified in spirit through light, sound and peace.
All beings with an open heart share in a moment of grace, being offered an invitation to choose a different path, a shared path that we can walk as part of a coherent collection that seeks to regenerate inwardly and outwardly. We are invited to treat others as we want to be treated and unfold into our highest potential. Through the rays of the breaking dawn we are connected to each other, to the living, loving, tending planet Earth and we are each offered a chance to choose again. Even when we are experiencing other times of the day or night there is a wave of peace, hope and renewal washing over countless beings elsewhere on the globe, immersing them in the sacred sunrays of the breaking dawn, uplifting countless billions in perpetuity.
The power of the break of dawn to elicit joy, invoke hope, gratitude and propel one forward to do great things is not only perceived by human beings. Many different types of beings on the Earth revel and jubilantly express their joy and gratitude each morning. This is very evident in birds for example, which sing a joyful and uplifting song like an ecosystem scaled orchestra of expressing their collective gratitude, hope and jubilance as they are gifted another day on this beautiful earth. This serendipitous symphony of the first sunrays can be heard in ecosystems all over the globe in an exquisite range of depth, diversity and tonality. The birds offer their thanks and share their unique gifts with the world.
I believe the bird’s eloquent revelry of the rising sun is part of Mother Earth’s and Creator’s design for offering medicine for the heart and food for the soul. A tidal wave of bird song washing over the world immersing the planet in a sonic bath perpetually. Something to remind us there is joy, beauty, hope and endless potential to be found in each day if we just shift our perspective a little and look at our lives and the earth from a birds eye view.
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(The above piece was inspired in part by Cosmo’s comments at the end of the video below and by many of my mornings watering and harvesting in the garden around the break of dawn listening to our winged friends sharing their gifts).
Your writing makes me miss my homeland, the UK! The birdsong, the bluebell woods and the enchantment all come to life through your words.
Dawn here is much quieter in terms of birdsong; the hooded crows, jackdaws and magpies screech and caw. The circling sparrow hawk screeches as the sparrows in my paddock chirp and chatter but the songbirds have all left for temperate climes; the robin, blackbirds and thrushes. At least the hoopoes have returned, strange tousled creatures that they are, hoop, hoop, hooping around at daybreak.
All magical I suppose but a different kind of magic compared to home.
The faerie man composer of birdsong music is amazing, but would have to be, with the name Cosmo Sheldrake!
Your words are beautiful, Gavin, and so are your photographs. And that video...what a find! As much as I treasure winter, hearing the birdsong when spring begins is so precious. I have Robins hopping all over my yard now. :) And I saw a Chickadee in the woods yesterday. xo