Last night I set the alarm for 5AM.
This morning I hopped out of bed, made a thermos of coffee and drove up to Scout Mountain to watch the sunrise at 8000feet. I suppose I wanted to watch, face to face, the birth of a new day — I wanted to see the dawning of possibility and then feel it actualized throughout the rest of my day.
That first touch of sun on skin is so warm and hopeful. I can feel the bird in my chest crest, fall away, and crest again on some sweet wind of opportunity, some great and blessed tide.
I sometimes imagine the first touch of sun on skin is as warm as holding a newborn child for the first time and since the dawning of a new day is similar in some ways to the courageous push, thrust and physical submission of mothering, I think every new sun, like every fresh child, is born good unto our world.
On days like today I know we’re all going to be alright.
There’s a strong sense of steadiness and cycles. Laws of physics are applied to human behavior and the turn of the earth — we all suffer, we all rise and set.
We are all hated and loved.
We are all punished and rewarded.
Life is unfair but life is equal.
We celebrate our victories.
We mourn our failures.
We carry our respective burdens on our backs, in our minds, on the plains of our hearts — each one of us hurts uniquely. Our individual healing is distinctive. Our wholeness of self is at once crumbling and rebuilding, newly constructed and renovated. This is growth. This is beauty.
This is life and life is good.
