I’ve always been conflicted when asked this question . . .
and actually,
I’ve been asked it
relatively often in my life,
and have answered it in different ways . . .
morning . . .
when the first birds
serenade the day,
evening . . .
when the world is quiet,
except for the owls as they go about their business,
during summer rain,
or fragrant winter snow.
The first picture that comes to my mind,
is driving by the orchards in the spring . . .
in the late afternoon
there is a different quality of light that touches the fruit blossoms,
than at any other time,
and it always evokes a sense of peace in me.
Always . . .
no matter that my brother died,
my son lost his job,
or that I can’t pay the bills this month . . .
always.
In truth,
I find a peaceful moment then,
in those flowering trees,
and almost any other time of day . . .
I find peace
when I come to this place,
this community of people,
from my messy little studio,
sometimes with a cat
or two or three,
and sometimes without.
My mind and heart
turn towards peace
when I sit at my desk and break away
from the troubles that come up during the day.
Don’t get me wrong . . .
peace,
for me,
is not a static thing.
It comes and goes,
but I find it now,
more often than I used to. ♥
That’s an easy one. The early morning is definitely most peaceful time for me. I’m not sure why that’s true for me. But, I feel like I think clearer and I am more calm and contemplative. For a while, I was waking up very early and I decided to go with it, instead of resisting it. And now, here I am. I look forward to those quiet moments when the world is still sleeping and I am up.
After work, I get home, walk the dog, and then spend 15-30 minutes “engaging the Examen,” a prayer method taught by St. Ignatius of Loyola. Those few minutes relax me like nothing else.
I value the mornings that arrive with focus and positivity, like the day hasn’t unfolded yet and anything is possible
But not every morning is like that for me. Sometimes there’s a fog that needs time to lift before I can really step into the day. Those foggy starts remind me to be kind to myself, to give myself space to feel. And even when the day ahead feels like a Sisyphean task, I can acknowledge that I’m still here—and there’s strength in that. Trudging through the fog is hard, but worthwhile. Once I reach the sunnyside, I often find an inner peace that comes with new understanding.
Evenings offer a different kind of calm. I frequently find myself quietly celebrating that I’ve made it through the day. And nothing gives me greater comfort than snuggling with my dog on the sofa.
And no matter what the day looks like, walking with my dog at anytime, always brings me peace.
I’m also in the early morning club. The mellow orange and pinks of sunrise, birdsong, cool air, dew on leaves. I can also think of glimpses of peace I’ve recently caught throughout the day: seeing an old friend, the freshness of a lunch salad, watching a white pelican slurp nourishment from a pond. But morning seems to be the reliable time to find peace.
Early morning and a late evening when I do my quiet time with being here, some spiritual reading, and just being. In the evening I write in my grateful journal and calm my mind and body for the gift of sleep.
Like others, early mornings before others wake. I can also say anytime I can take a breath with the sun in my face or surrounded by nature or a water view – if I am lucky I can grab a moment or two during the day:
Early mornings have always been the most peaceful… up early, the world around me is usually still pretty quiet. Maybe the weather allows me to open the sliding doors to the patio for some fresh air and birdsong. When I still lived on the coast and would get up for dawn patrol (surfing), I always loved getting out to the beach, watching the sun rise, and just breathing in the salty air of a new day.
I’m actually driving down to Charleston today for the weekend. My niece’s baby shower is tomorrow, and I’m looking forward to seeing family.
Happy Friday!
also early morning. when waking up, staying for a moment half wake receiving stillness of the beginning of this day, opening the windows and let the fresh air and the atmosphere of this day in, take a conscious breath and awareness of the beauty outside, then currently starting the day with a deicious hot tea, turn to meditation and afterwards, inviting the day to come. It is a kind of flow in stillness. For quite some time, it was impossible for me to enter stillness then due to turning around inner unsolved; so grateful that it now seems to begin to transform again, this timeless time opening and widening my heart, offering ability to be present again. Deeply grateful. Blessings to all who join and who visit here.
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First thing in the morning when all is quiet
Morning is most peaceful for me … the quiet and slower pace as I breathe and think slowly … no rushing around and most likely no high expectations.
I’ve always been conflicted when asked this question . . .
and actually,
I’ve been asked it
relatively often in my life,
and have answered it in different ways . . .
morning . . .
when the first birds
serenade the day,
evening . . .
when the world is quiet,
except for the owls as they go about their business,
during summer rain,
or fragrant winter snow.
The first picture that comes to my mind,
is driving by the orchards in the spring . . .
in the late afternoon
there is a different quality of light that touches the fruit blossoms,
than at any other time,
and it always evokes a sense of peace in me.
Always . . .
no matter that my brother died,
my son lost his job,
or that I can’t pay the bills this month . . .
always.
In truth,
I find a peaceful moment then,
in those flowering trees,
and almost any other time of day . . .
I find peace
when I come to this place,
this community of people,
from my messy little studio,
sometimes with a cat
or two or three,
and sometimes without.
My mind and heart
turn towards peace
when I sit at my desk and break away
from the troubles that come up during the day.
Don’t get me wrong . . .
peace,
for me,
is not a static thing.
It comes and goes,
but I find it now,
more often than I used to. ♥
Lovely, Sparrow.
Thank you,
dear Mary . . . . ♥
That’s an easy one. The early morning is definitely most peaceful time for me. I’m not sure why that’s true for me. But, I feel like I think clearer and I am more calm and contemplative. For a while, I was waking up very early and I decided to go with it, instead of resisting it. And now, here I am. I look forward to those quiet moments when the world is still sleeping and I am up.
After work, I get home, walk the dog, and then spend 15-30 minutes “engaging the Examen,” a prayer method taught by St. Ignatius of Loyola. Those few minutes relax me like nothing else.
I value the mornings that arrive with focus and positivity, like the day hasn’t unfolded yet and anything is possible
But not every morning is like that for me. Sometimes there’s a fog that needs time to lift before I can really step into the day. Those foggy starts remind me to be kind to myself, to give myself space to feel. And even when the day ahead feels like a Sisyphean task, I can acknowledge that I’m still here—and there’s strength in that. Trudging through the fog is hard, but worthwhile. Once I reach the sunnyside, I often find an inner peace that comes with new understanding.
Evenings offer a different kind of calm. I frequently find myself quietly celebrating that I’ve made it through the day. And nothing gives me greater comfort than snuggling with my dog on the sofa.
And no matter what the day looks like, walking with my dog at anytime, always brings me peace.
It varies.
I’m also in the early morning club. The mellow orange and pinks of sunrise, birdsong, cool air, dew on leaves. I can also think of glimpses of peace I’ve recently caught throughout the day: seeing an old friend, the freshness of a lunch salad, watching a white pelican slurp nourishment from a pond. But morning seems to be the reliable time to find peace.
Early morning and a late evening when I do my quiet time with being here, some spiritual reading, and just being. In the evening I write in my grateful journal and calm my mind and body for the gift of sleep.
With a simple lifestyle, I feel peaceful all the time.
Anytime is the right time for peace. Right now I’m aware of being alive right now and I’m grateful.
Antoinette, I feel the exact same way. Our answers are similar.
Like others, early mornings before others wake. I can also say anytime I can take a breath with the sun in my face or surrounded by nature or a water view – if I am lucky I can grab a moment or two during the day:
Early mornings have always been the most peaceful… up early, the world around me is usually still pretty quiet. Maybe the weather allows me to open the sliding doors to the patio for some fresh air and birdsong. When I still lived on the coast and would get up for dawn patrol (surfing), I always loved getting out to the beach, watching the sun rise, and just breathing in the salty air of a new day.
I’m actually driving down to Charleston today for the weekend. My niece’s baby shower is tomorrow, and I’m looking forward to seeing family.
Happy Friday!
Yes, safe travels SunnyPatti.
Safe travels and enjoy the gathering.
also early morning. when waking up, staying for a moment half wake receiving stillness of the beginning of this day, opening the windows and let the fresh air and the atmosphere of this day in, take a conscious breath and awareness of the beauty outside, then currently starting the day with a deicious hot tea, turn to meditation and afterwards, inviting the day to come. It is a kind of flow in stillness. For quite some time, it was impossible for me to enter stillness then due to turning around inner unsolved; so grateful that it now seems to begin to transform again, this timeless time opening and widening my heart, offering ability to be present again. Deeply grateful. Blessings to all who join and who visit here.
Early morning and also late at night are most peaceful for me.
TGIF!
That’s a good one, Michele. The sunshine gets really bright in the middle of the day.