There is still the deep, peaceful night outside, and it is three o’clock in the morning. In the past thirty minutes, I have awakened and have been unable to get back to sleep. I could be feeling the pull of an innate knowledge that the universe is trying to tell me something, or it could be the weight of all the impending obligations and tasks.

In my heart, I have always known that the cosmos gently wakes its most beloved ones up during these sacred hours. Forget about snoozing; a wake-up call is a signal to think, to do something. Awakening........

Catch up on Medium right now: https://medium.com/@daaviek/recognizing-my-roots-and-the-insights-of-my-mother-echoes-of-the-dawn-ea1fedccd866