Today I will get ready for my Tea and Stories group. It is
the highlight of the busy, involved week. I want the house to be clean and
inviting so they know how much I like having them here. I have ideas for the
writing class that will beef up the homework processes. Morning pages are back
in my routine. They have value for clearing the way for the day. I hoped for
rain yesterday and it didn’t happen so I need to water.
Sun, sun, sun, Here it comes1 That’s the song that lives in
my soul. I love the Beatles version, of course or Steve Berg can sing it at the
farmers’ market and make me stop in my tracks. The sun has always been a symbol
of hope and beginnings. I stand at the window and wait barely breathing as the
rays begin to peek and brighten the sky. There is a hymn we sing at church.
When morning lights the skies… And Morning has Broken. Cat Stevens or our music
people or the sound in my head, all bring a peace and anticipation. I love
sunflowers and sun symbols, Yellow is my favorite color. This time of year for
just a week, sun comes in the north windows and I celebrate that. One of my
favorite sights is going outside when the sun and the moon are both in the sky.
It’s exhilarating. In the darkest time when the sun is hidden behind the house
next door, I go out and find a place where I can see it and breathe it in. The
string of colored lights help. Color is stimulating and I use the lights all
winter. Wooden wick candles help. The crackling sound and flickering flame are
reassuring in an ancient way, as if I’m sitting behind a fire in the cave.
Yes, here comes the Sun and it’s allright.
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