I titled this blog after the moonflower when I discovered the amazing wonder of this night-blooming beauty. There are several species of night-blooming flowers and this got me to thinking about my relationship to nighttime and darkness.
I used to be a night owl. I love the quiet and the stillness. The day is over and my worries of the day have passed into thin air. I can create, cleanse, dance, dream, and any number of things. In the late hours past midnight I have heard God most clearly. No distractions, no buffers.
In life’s turn of events, I no longer stay up late into the night as much. Now I rise before the sun does and that has been really uncomfortable. There is a vulnerability in the quiet morning darkness that I never noticed when I stayed up late into the night. In the absence of the sun, I have to create my own light and my own energy to get started, energized, and excited about the day. Sometimes this goes well and I have a really powerful morning. Sometimes it’s too scary, too naked, too bare. But there is a magic and a science to it all; and many of us inhabit this space of miraculous growth in the apparent absence of light.
I shared my thoughts with a friend, just an ol’ country boy, who is also an early riser and wakes each morning as early as 3am. He remarked to me with great empathy: It is in the darkness, that we can truly see who we are.