4 AM

I woke up at 3 am and felt completely awake.  By 5 am I decide my only option was to head to my yoga room and meditate.  I was reminded that at this hour meditation is easier.  It is so nice to be up at such a sweet hour of the day.  There was a time when I always got up before 6 am.  How wonderful too it was to crawl back in bed for a few more hours of warm sleep.  I am looking forward to the warmer weather so 5 am will easier to find awakeness.  

At some point before and after meditating I felt a deep nostalgia for India.  4 am at Amma's ashram I was up to chant the 1000 names of the divine mother.   There may be very fews things more magical than 4 am puja.  Maybe the sun rising over the Himilayas or the Ganges River; or being in the rainforest of Brazil with my teacher chanting mantra and practicing yoga could compare.  I can't forget hiking down the Grande Canyon with the moon setting on one side and the sun rising on the other.  A night in November on a cold mountain top while watching a meter shower the sun started to come up and a line between darkness and light emerged, I could literally see why this hour is so amazing.  Yet no matter where I find myself that sweet, sweet moment when most beings are a sleep when a new day is dawning, we are open to all the beauty of the universe.  My teacher told me it is the moment of the highest levels of prana in the atmosphere and I can feel it.  

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