Yesterday was the best one this year! In spite of still
having a bit of congestion, I accomplished all the errands, shopping and
weeding that needed to be done. This morning the dentist will take care of the
cavity. Later the tea and stories group will come for our writing and catching
up on our lives. Karen will have photos of hew new grandson and Laurie will
fill us in on her activities. I appreciate our deep sharing based on trust and
acceptance.
Between Halloween and Valentines’ Day, my light starved
spirit celebrates any morning when the sun can appear over the hills. As soon
as the light changes, I am at the window waiting for the first rays to pierce
the winter sky. Here comes the sun repeating in my mind and occasionally comes
out as a hum or a song. As the sky brightens, so does my spirit and I smile.
In my whole life I have been at my best in the morning. I
wake up ready to take on the day with energy. Once I’m awake I’m rarin’ to go
and jump out of bed with enthusiasm. But please don’t expect anything from me
after about 8 PM!
Once I spent a weekend taking a painting class at Mendocino
Art Center. As dusk approached, the residents headed for the cliffs carrying
their wine glasses and with lots of laughing and calling out to each other,
they move along. Everyone has their eyes on the dropping sun. The closer it
came to the horizon, the quieter the group became until it was totally still.
Not one sigh or clinking glass could be heard. Then, the sun was gone and a cry
of delight, celebrations of the end of another day comes from the crowd and
they all turned and went back to their homes. I witnessed that twice and was
pleased to be part of a community ritual.
