By Jennifer J. Wilhoit
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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