Have you ever woken up in time to see the sun rise and been in awe of the new day? Just to see the sun being rebirthed anew each morning, it’s a miracle, it’s magic, it’s divine magic. I know it happens every day and we expect it so we get complacent, but just stop a moment, because it’s momentous.
The day is such an amazing gift, without the sun, we are in the dark. There’s nothing wrong with the dark, the dark is extra specially mystical and magical. The dark brings mystery and power. I love stepping out of my house at night and just standing in the chill night air, feeling the stillness, the silence, the scents of wood smoke and maybe hearing a distant fox bark or nearby owl. Maybe you have a dog and go for walks in the dark first thing or in the evening, because right now in the UK, you would have to be walking in the dark before working hours or after you get home, we are losing the light at those times right now.
And that’s another magical gift, the changing seasons and their relationship with light and dark. Such a profound influence on our lives, as we adjust to dark evenings that used to stay light until 9.30pm and be bright before 6am. Now, it’s a different matter and it makes me feel cosier somehow, wrapped up by the dark. But I love the light, I love the heights of summer and the desire to be outside so late and up so early to enjoy the long days. I love to go for a swim in the nearby sea at dusk or dawn, my two most favourite times for swimming in the sea, you usually get the beach all to yourself and it’s so still.
Even the most dark and dismal day is so much lighter than the night. From my home, I see days that are nothing but thick misty fog. The view disappears and everything is swathed in purple tinted mist-grey softness. As I write this, it’s the middle of the night, I can hear a determined wind outside. I am already thinking about tomorrow, I shall go into town. I can plan, confident that the sun will come up, no matter what the weather brings, and I hear my little neck of the woods is expecting severe flooding from 6am tomorrow morning, or I should say this morning, since it’s after midnight. But the sun will come up and I am not taking it for granted. I am offering up my gratitude to Grandfather Sun and sending my love for such consistency. For the warmth and the light and the joy that the sun brings us each and every day.