The Sun will shine on you, if you’ll just go out to meet it

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returning of the light

 

 

I do my best thinking first thing in the morning, which lasts up to 2 hours. I’ll incorporate that into my schedule. I woke up easily enough this morning. Got caught up reading & researching & reminded myself that life is not what you know, but what you do.

As part of the C.H.A.R.M.E.D. playground of Health & Fitness, I said I would see the sunrise whenever I could while walking/jogging, while I learn to run. (I have had great difficulty running, in the past, but think I would really love it)

I may take on as part of my 1st Health & Fitness goal to run 3 miles in under 30 minutes.

I live in the city & am concerned about breathing car fumes deeply. I also read about NDD (Nature Deficit Disorder) having dire impacts on physical & psychological health. There are woods at the end of my street, so I bundled up & decided to walk/hike/jog/ explore the forest…

:-D

It is a happy feeling to feel so warm & cozy from being softly, but thickly swaddled & at the same time exhilarated by the cold.

The air seems cleaner in the winter. Breathing in the winter, to me, is as refreshing as drinking ice water in the summer.

The first light of the winter sun skews blue as if thawing the sky

Morning melts the night. Pale shadows evaporate, revealing all the miraculous complexity in glorious gilded detail.

I feel at the beginning of a spiritual journey.  Auspicious that the days are now lengthening, the nights are shortening — the light is returning.

This dawn, as I warm up to a comfortable rhythm for my run, I breathe ghosts of my past to disapate in the returning of the light.

 

How wonderful!!  I discovered criss-crossing trails!

my bunny trail

 

I even discovered a small bridge over a tiny stream. I sat down on it & meditated with my eyes wide open to the sun.

meditation bridge

I typed this into my phone:

“  The suffusion of the sun’s smile warms & wakes all the now incandescent colors of nature aglow

Its lustrous & lambent beams brush faded frost from the florid forest floor

The muted & subdued frost fattens into vibrant & vivid jewels of dew

& a conflagration of clarity in my mind is ignited, too

The returning of the light seems holy. I feel blessed.

As this day is born anew, so am I. ”

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