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.
(Originally
posted: July 2015)
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