The light between night and morning— —when the crepuscular creatures are out and about— What do you call it? It’s earlier than sunrise, yet later than —well I can’t show you what it’s later than because the drawing would be entirely dark indigo. Oh wait. Yes I can.
Oh, how I love that early twilight/dawning time, though in the cold and damp my dogs and I generally wait until after coffee and toast to go tromping in the woods.
You got me searching and I found this:
Navaswan or Brahma Muhurta is the time before dawn when there is a sudden zing of life force. The silence begins to hum. In Vedic timekeeping, Brahma Muhurta is recommended as a great time to practice yoga and meditation. .... Navaswan has a nice ring to it as well as a zing, don't you think?
Wishing you and yours (including, of course, the beautiful Beryl) peaceful, joyful midwintering. And thanks again for sharing your journey.
I've always called it my favorite of the "thin places" those sacred spaces where heaven and earth seem to merge and God's presence is the most powerful. I try not to miss it each morning, it's a quiet but powerful gift! Peace be with you!
That's it. This clenches it. What I've always suspected is now absolutely true...you and I are kindred spirits/sisters from different misters/cut from the same cloth! I ADORE that time of the morning as well and you have described it so very well! I have heard it called The Golden Hour, but this also refers to pre-sunset as well as pre-sunrise...and is not an official term, but rather used by photographers and plain air painters...which I was once and do occasionally take myself out for plein aire sketching often but not as much as I'd like to at the golden hours of the day. Hmmm...must make a plan for that! Anyway...have a marvelously delicious and magical holiday Sarah! I wish you all the Golden Hours you can enjoy and sip the exquisiteness from them! 😍🙏❤️
In a previous life, I lived off grid in the woods in a cabin we built by hand. My little daughter and I would go for walks and identify the plants and birds - and just at twilight, the owls would call to one another through the trees. My little girl, too young to actually tell time but old enough to understand it, would look up at me, her eyes large and round, and whisper, “It’s Owl time.” And so that is what we have always called that mysterious time between light and darkness. Very special indeed.
Crepuscular doesn't do justice to the luminous light-backlite as it were behind a cloud. I made a sweatshirt once with friends favorite words. I used a very old rubber stamp alphabet. Crepuscular, halcyon, zephyr, probiscus, were a few. To gaze at the sky in that phenomenal light is a precious wholesome moment to savor with all my senses. Thank you for the inspiration of the wished for house-seeing Beryl in the forest allowed me to hope for a place and a pup to enjoy once again.
My husband and I would call it magic time...though we were referring to the afternoon twilight. I think it would fit here, as well. We loved to take a drive around that time, as the light would change, shadows and light were different. There is something about the moments near the switch God puts on every morning and evening that seems spiritually magic.
I just learned recently it is call the blue hour. which is just before the golden hour, or in the evening the golden hour is also just before sunset and the blue hour is after that.
Another beautiful slice of life, fashioned into drawings, images and words. I call that time ‘first light’ although I see that many dictionaries confuse that phrase with actual dawn, which just goes to highlight our lack of differentiation in modern English. I could watch your sewing video endlessly. Or just spend hours staring at that beautiful piece of indigo ink on paper. I love that you don’t pin as you sew. I used to get in so much trouble for that as a child. It is early summer here but still cold some days, and my days of walking at first light are behind me for now, or perhaps in front of me somewhere in that ‘first light’ of an empty nest. Enjoy your solstice stillpoint and the gentle turning of this time of year. X
If evening is the gloaming (I do love that term), perhaps morning is the gleaming. You don't yet see the sun, but only the gleam of light heralding its coming.
I love your topics of different kinds of light lately. I do love being up before everyone else, to think, drink coffee, plan, and “examine my life” (thanks Socrates!). The true reward for doing this is to watch that big orange ball called the Sun come up from behind the tree-line. The lit up sky-show is spectacular and different each day. The sun and its light just cheers me up to begin my day! I am loving the Christmas lights, and especially Knick knacks that light up with battery power, change colors, and even play a song if I wish. I may look for year-around inside lights, they are so cheerful. And then there is becoming enlightened. Sarah, you mentioned looking for even little slivers of “light” in our times of mental darkness, and savor them and be thankful. I am taking that to heart now! As always Sarah, you make me think, and give ideas and what-it’s for me to ponder, that give me yet more ideas! Thank you, and I hope you and your family have a very wonderful Christmas!
I came across this in the NYT this morning and thought it quite wonderful. Hope it shares freely:
https://www.nytimes.com/2023/12/26/opinion/knitting-healing.html
Thanks, Sarah, for your gentle musings. Happiest of holidays to you and Beryl.
Such a lovely meander through the woods. Lucky are those who have trees nearby to commune with.
👍💓
Oh, how I love that early twilight/dawning time, though in the cold and damp my dogs and I generally wait until after coffee and toast to go tromping in the woods.
You got me searching and I found this:
Navaswan or Brahma Muhurta is the time before dawn when there is a sudden zing of life force. The silence begins to hum. In Vedic timekeeping, Brahma Muhurta is recommended as a great time to practice yoga and meditation. .... Navaswan has a nice ring to it as well as a zing, don't you think?
Wishing you and yours (including, of course, the beautiful Beryl) peaceful, joyful midwintering. And thanks again for sharing your journey.
I've always called it my favorite of the "thin places" those sacred spaces where heaven and earth seem to merge and God's presence is the most powerful. I try not to miss it each morning, it's a quiet but powerful gift! Peace be with you!
That's it. This clenches it. What I've always suspected is now absolutely true...you and I are kindred spirits/sisters from different misters/cut from the same cloth! I ADORE that time of the morning as well and you have described it so very well! I have heard it called The Golden Hour, but this also refers to pre-sunset as well as pre-sunrise...and is not an official term, but rather used by photographers and plain air painters...which I was once and do occasionally take myself out for plein aire sketching often but not as much as I'd like to at the golden hours of the day. Hmmm...must make a plan for that! Anyway...have a marvelously delicious and magical holiday Sarah! I wish you all the Golden Hours you can enjoy and sip the exquisiteness from them! 😍🙏❤️
Happy Solstice!
In a previous life, I lived off grid in the woods in a cabin we built by hand. My little daughter and I would go for walks and identify the plants and birds - and just at twilight, the owls would call to one another through the trees. My little girl, too young to actually tell time but old enough to understand it, would look up at me, her eyes large and round, and whisper, “It’s Owl time.” And so that is what we have always called that mysterious time between light and darkness. Very special indeed.
Crepuscular doesn't do justice to the luminous light-backlite as it were behind a cloud. I made a sweatshirt once with friends favorite words. I used a very old rubber stamp alphabet. Crepuscular, halcyon, zephyr, probiscus, were a few. To gaze at the sky in that phenomenal light is a precious wholesome moment to savor with all my senses. Thank you for the inspiration of the wished for house-seeing Beryl in the forest allowed me to hope for a place and a pup to enjoy once again.
My husband and I would call it magic time...though we were referring to the afternoon twilight. I think it would fit here, as well. We loved to take a drive around that time, as the light would change, shadows and light were different. There is something about the moments near the switch God puts on every morning and evening that seems spiritually magic.
I just learned recently it is call the blue hour. which is just before the golden hour, or in the evening the golden hour is also just before sunset and the blue hour is after that.
Another beautiful slice of life, fashioned into drawings, images and words. I call that time ‘first light’ although I see that many dictionaries confuse that phrase with actual dawn, which just goes to highlight our lack of differentiation in modern English. I could watch your sewing video endlessly. Or just spend hours staring at that beautiful piece of indigo ink on paper. I love that you don’t pin as you sew. I used to get in so much trouble for that as a child. It is early summer here but still cold some days, and my days of walking at first light are behind me for now, or perhaps in front of me somewhere in that ‘first light’ of an empty nest. Enjoy your solstice stillpoint and the gentle turning of this time of year. X
If evening is the gloaming (I do love that term), perhaps morning is the gleaming. You don't yet see the sun, but only the gleam of light heralding its coming.
Sarah I don't know if you saw this, but some interesting musings on Milkweed...
https://thecolour.substack.com?utm_source=navbar&utm_medium=web&r=4xver
I love your topics of different kinds of light lately. I do love being up before everyone else, to think, drink coffee, plan, and “examine my life” (thanks Socrates!). The true reward for doing this is to watch that big orange ball called the Sun come up from behind the tree-line. The lit up sky-show is spectacular and different each day. The sun and its light just cheers me up to begin my day! I am loving the Christmas lights, and especially Knick knacks that light up with battery power, change colors, and even play a song if I wish. I may look for year-around inside lights, they are so cheerful. And then there is becoming enlightened. Sarah, you mentioned looking for even little slivers of “light” in our times of mental darkness, and savor them and be thankful. I am taking that to heart now! As always Sarah, you make me think, and give ideas and what-it’s for me to ponder, that give me yet more ideas! Thank you, and I hope you and your family have a very wonderful Christmas!