Waking to bright clear morning is always a gift and to watch that morning begin is even bigger gift; so much is offered in those moments of sunrise that I’m glad it is copyrighted by the Earth so no amount of corporate greed or ingenuity will ever be able to lay hands upon it as far as I can imagine.
But here is me, firmly rooted to a small world of garden and cottage finding myself free to stretch out my hands to touch the waking morning and open up my mind and heart to its promise and feel it translate as possibility that is conscious in me. That my hands might not move as I might hope and my mind be confused and my heart sore is the wonder of the sunrise for in the moment of its ‘waking’ in the geography of this valley so too does it wake in me and all thoughts of lack are replaced by lustre and living beyond imagining, possible in the being.
I have no solutions to a world filled with mans expression of disdain and contempt for Earth and man, no recipe for perfect harmony and lasting peace of country continent or heart, no chart map or plan to show the path to tread, the road to build or the journey to make.
My life and living feel indescribably small, insignificant and of little worth in face of the turmoil and tantrums writ large on other lives and in other places but each morning I find a link beyond reason, beyond capability, beyond the unmanageable and overwhelming, a link that lifts, supports and propels this small life to a greatness that makes my heart beat faster and my breath come up short for I find reflected in a sunrise not just possibility in some abstract way but the realisation that every moment of every day the sun is rising somewhere greeted by other hearts and minds opened to possibility and propelled towards love and it is in that moment when beginning brings forth being, when beauty so obvious and so intangible encourages all life to stretch towards the light that solution, recipe, chart map and plan are simple, plain and understandable.
It is the carrying of the new, the clean, the promise of a sunrise in to day to day living that seems to be the answer for me. It offers hope so huge that each day it needs to be refreshed not because it loses power over each preceding day but because mind and heart loses the memory, the understanding, the truth of dawn and sees only the night.
Dawn, daybreak, sunrise is key to many doors, numbered without ceasing I suspect but it is only through each beginning that I discover I have been leaning against one or had my foot trapped in its hastily slammed façade. Is that true for all these so called conscious fellow travellers I wonder and maybe that is why there is so much sleepwalking and nightmare abroad in the Earth.
Even a cloud filled, wind swept, rain lashed sunrise offers beginning, renewal and promise if heart and mind are there to hear and see.
It feels for me that sunrise is more than another day beginning, a tick on a time clock of days in a life, it is self writ large and shown to be so small as to make laughter and love the only possible reality to live moment by moment in the being.