If you have read this blog for any amount of time – or even sat down and talked with me
face-to-face – you probably already know how much I adore sunrises and sunsets. I tend to have quite a few pictures of them in my photo collection – some of which I have taken myself. My morning start is never complete until I have watched the sunrise – even when its obscured by clouds. Every evening, I try to be in a place to view the sunset – though with my job, that’s not always possible.
Call me a hopeless romantic, or as I’ve stated before – perhaps I just fart rainbows. But that moment of time, when the world starts to turn from darkness to light is an extremely magickal moment for me. There’s a certain still in the air, if you sit still you can hear the birds calling out to one another – and sometimes you can hear animals nearby. Of course, a lot of this is also punctuated by cars driving past carrying their human cargo to office destinations – if you happen to live in an urban area like I do.
I take a few little travels from location to location across the United States (and later in 2015 across the pond to England and Scotland). Everywhere I have gone, I have tried my best to see the sunrise and/or sunset where I have been. The most serene sunrise I have experienced was at a cabin just south of Whitefish, Montana on my recent trip to Glacier National Park. Even though I was in a semi-suburban area, the quiet of the morning was very much in effect. The first morning there, the grass was covered in dew, as the sun came up over the horizon. Nearby, in the field across the street – two young deer were cautiously moving through the brush, having their morning meal. I sat on the porch of the house, and drank my coffee in silence. Taking in all that I felt around me. Nearby, I could feel the presence of a local Kami, but as with most Kami – it paid little notice to my presence.
For me, on a Spiritual level, sunrises are the promise of the start to a new day. Everything that happened the day before is pulled back – and a new canvas for the day is placed on the easel. What gets placed on it, depends on you, and the environment around you. When the sun goes down, you can look upon the day’s “masterpiece” and see the story of the day unfold before your eyes. Of course, not everyone sees things from that perspective – but this certainly works for me.
Have you ever considered your day from point to point? I look at my days from sunrise to sunset and from sunrise to sunrise. Perhaps you have different points that define the day for you. Try it out – look at your day near the end of it….right before you go to sleep. Think about what the day has brought for you – how your role was played across the stage that was presented to you. Folks have asked what I typically write in my daily journals. This is what takes up the majority of those pages for me. And reading back on them, I always find a little piece of the daily puzzle that I had noted, but never expounded upon.
Hope your morning started as good as mine did today!! Time for another cup of coffee….