I am and always have been an early riser… There’s something about waking up early, when the day is truly new and knowing that swathes of as yet untouched time is spread out before me. I realise that I might be an enigma to many who enjoy a lie-in and the bliss of lying under a duvet, knowing that they don’t have to get up – and I can understand that too – but for me, it’s getting up that I enjoy. Always before anyone else, with enough time to luxuriate in the solitude, create things and re-energise, all in the knowledge that the rest of the day is yet to come. The sense of opportunity – of possibility – is one of my favourite things, followed by the sense of achievement at having done these things already, before the day reaches double figures… This poem, though, doesn’t only apply to me. Every day is a new day for each of us. Every day is a new day whenever we step into it – and this is my hope, for every day: to seize it, fill it with...
Women's Spiritual Poetry