Dawnings
Wonder
By Nicholas Hooper
Wonder,
at the bush that’s sprouted green, giving shelter, providing nesting and privacy,
at the light that comes each morning whether bright or grey, dry or wet, cold or warm,
at the small feathered creatures that chorus, then go silent, then sing: one by one,
at the nature of love: such a natural thing and so hard and painful to refuse,
at the forgivingness of the soul that renews each day, each hour, each minute.
So don’t forget to
wonder.
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About Dawnings:
“Every morning at around 5am I get up and go down to my studio. After a short meditation I write down whatever is in my head, giving myself fifteen minutes to do so. Then moving over to the piano (or a more portable instrument like my Ukulele when I'm away), I improvise and record a piece of music inspired by whatever words I just wrote. It is a great way of keeping both my writing and my composing going and I call these small creations Dawnings. They are mostly unedited, like sketches, so that they keep that fresh feeling of an early morning discovery.”
— Nick Hooper