When the dawn is your teacher…


foggy morning 021There have been some beautiful mornings lately. Not all as spectacular as yesterday when the skies flamed gold and the red kite greeted the sunrise. Some are quieter, softer… homelier perhaps. Some are simply magical in a gentle sort of way. I didn’t see the sun come up at all the other day. The land was shrouded in a white mist and the landscape looked like a delicate watercolour.

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Mistwraiths danced over the ploughed earth, a copse of trees became an island floating in the earthbound clouds. All seemed wrapped in a sleepy stillness. Even the pheasants simply stood and watched till I was within feet of them. The land looks very different on mornings such as these. There is no blaze of glory, no conflagration of the skies; just a silent waiting in a place rendered unfamiliar by ghostly cerements.

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The lane through the trees seemed a portal into another world; some hidden destination beyond sight. There was no way of knowing where it led… even if you knew through experience what lay beyond the veil, you could not see it. How then, I wondered, could you be certain it was really there? Perception was no help; with sight veiled and sound hushed in the mist there was only memory to guide, only trust to lead your footsteps.

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As the sun rose higher the mist seemed illuminated from within by a pure brilliance. You could not see the orb itself, but its light drew the eyes, marking the source. Yet that very radiance made the landscape close at hand appear darker, casting shadows at my feet and creating stark silhouettes, black on white. I wondered at that… the journey through trust where all seems even darker before you because of the light beyond. I could see the lesson in the morning clearer than I could see the path before me… and that too was an evocative thought.

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Yet there was a moment when the mists lifted… colour came back to copper toned leaves, distant hills emerged from the pall, there as they had always been beyond the mystery of their pall, far beyond my ability to pierce their mantle. The sky was the clear blue of a sunny day above the lingering swathes and the path before me was clear. Sometimes it seems that earth and sky conspire to remind and reassure, and I doubt there is a better teacher.

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About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She has written a number of books, both alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at scvincent.com and on Twitter @SCVincent Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email: findme@scvincent.com
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25 Responses to When the dawn is your teacher…

  1. Ali Isaac says:

    Beautiful images and beautiful words… there is something special about the lifting of mist. We get a lot of it here where I live now in the heartland of rural Ireland. It no longer scares me, but I have a healthy respect for it…


  2. ksbeth says:

    and what a lovely and brilliant teacher she is –


  3. I do love a good swirling mysterious mist….lovely shots Sue.
    I love the way it hides and reveals….Manannan’s cloak 🙂


  4. The mystery of morning unveiled . I see it, smell, it, feel it. What a magical awakening.
    Your words and photos capture it all so well. ❤


  5. iosatel says:

    Amazing pictures, great series!


  6. Yes, brilliant teachers. I am partial to the sky. It always brings peace if I stop and look. Easier to do in the country than in the box-like compartments in which we live in the city. Been getting up way before dawn for an online retreat– somehow magic to the dark morning hours for contemplation. xxx ellen


    • Sue Vincent says:

      I am lucky to live away from the city here and between the small dog and my son I am always up early… in winter especially that is a joy becasue i see the dawn each day. xxx


  7. I love the early morning. My favorite time. This was a magical post. Thank you.


  8. This is so beautiful…..the words as well as the pictures….talk about images being emotional Viagra!


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  10. That’s a beautiful post!


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