One of the great privileges of being an early morning riser is the opportunity to be an early morning writer.
That's not always the case, of course. There are plenty of mornings where the "privilege" feels quite similar to a form of punishment as one staggers out of bed and tries to avoid the slalom of furniture in the bedroom as one careens to the stairs hoping (in the still semi-comatose under brain) that one does not careen down the stairs.
But this is not one of those mornings.
The temperature has fallen here in New Home to some of the coldest we've had this year: slightly above freezing. That makes the fact that I finally turned the heat on all the more inviting as I sit here. A cup of fresh coffee sits beside me, the heated cup warming my heart almost as much as the coffee does (ah, coffee - what won't it solve?). Yesterday's pumpkin muffins, cold from the room temperature but with the advantage of having a day to slightly compress, promise a delicious breakfast.
These are the mornings that it is a privilege to write - not just from the fact of being able to write, but the fact that appreciates all the things that go with being up early in the morning to write. That seemingly rare convergence where the mind and the will coincide with the words and the physical sensations (ah, coffee) to make the inner space and outer space as one.
These are the times when the words just seem to bubble up from inside, not dragged from the mind kicking and screaming but willingly yielding themselves to the process. The sense of stress is gone, replaced by a sense of being at peace with one's self and the practice of what one is doing. This is one of those moments where one can really use the words "The Craft of Writing" and not feel as if one is mouthing a phrase for others, not one's self.
What is being written about is less important - indeed, one could probably just write about writing and the physical environment around one. Those words of direction, of import - they will come in their time as well. Once the streambed is prepared, the stream will come.
But every now and again it is simply good to stop, take a look around, and realize that such moments are out there and available to us - with the sincere hope that, like other exquisite moments, they will come to more a part of our daily lives.