The sunrise
occurs even on days I have not acknowledged it.
Yet my body
longs for this view. The ahhhh upon
seeing this rising sun is as fresh each time as the last: “awe” in perfection. It
is that gasp that tells my body – like a messenger to the depths of my soul -
to pay attention, to reach out.up.over, to drink deeply with my eyes, to
experience mindfully with my heart.
Because even
though this miraculous light show happens every single morning (whether
cloud-obscured or not), it is new,
its own tantalizing breath of a newborn thing.
I guzzle down
the sunrise and feel how it creates a wide, open landscape within me, how it
plants trees of gold upon which dance feathery gifts. The sustenance of sunrise
brings me closer to shining health, to complete vision, to total compassion. My
body fills up with this tonic. A refreshment, but also a necessity.
So, yes – I
begin most mornings with a sunrise. I let it fill and guide me. I allow it to nourish
all that needs to be fed within. I offer to it every single wound. I am brought
fresh into the strength of the day. And like yesterday’s rolling surf, I feel
rocked and held by the glories of nature.
The sunrise
occurs everyday. Every. Day. We all know this, but how many days go by with scarcely
an upward glance?
The sun rises; when
we crack open our door of willingness that which shines within us also rises. Inside
and outside can be felt as they are – as one. And the vast expanse of our inner
landscape is aglow, animating the lifeblood that is love.
All blog images created & photographed by Jennifer J. Wilhoit unless otherwise noted. Please circulate images with photo credit: "©2015 JenniferJWilhoit/TEALarbor stories. AllRightsReserved."
