Beautiful mornings
- Petra Lohmeier
- Oct 10, 2024
- 2 min read
So what do I remember to say that I love? Some of those who think they know me will be very surprised - it's the beautiful mornings.

Of course, I've got other ones, too, but the beautiful mornings are oftentimes the highlights of my weeks and months, ideally when I was able to sleep in and linger in some beautiful vision for a while in that time between sleep and waking where the mind can be beautifully creative.
Or those mornings where I got up really, really early, and hardly anybody is up yet, everything is quiet, and the birds are singing their morning chorus, the air is cold and crisp, and everything in nature around me feels super alive. It is this energy, this freshness, the lack of
the tension the day tends to bring. It uses to be the best time for me to do creative work.
And in recent years some of those mornings even before coming into an office where I had to be quiet and pretend to be grumpy in order not to annoy anyone with displays of joy, there were some routines I learned and adopted that nevertheless where beautiful and deep and so enjoyable that it was possible to hold on to that feeling for quite a long time during the day, even when it could not be shown on the outside.
But it was still there and it could be reclaimed the next morning.
Just hearing the first bird outside the window in the morning awakens life within me, which is why I enjoyed life in the caravan so much despite the lack of convenience - no sound proofing. While modern housing can sometimes feel a bit like sleeping in a coffin, sleeping in a caravan in a beautiful natural location that is warm will bring life to you in the morning by default just via the sounds you hear - if you have a connection to nature.
It's extraordinary!
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