Many of us have made our world so familiar that we do not see it anymore. An interesting question to ask yourself at night is, “What did I really see this day?”
~ John O’Donohue, Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom
Sunrise this morning was soft and silky, foggy and golden. The glow of light slowly lit up the meadows and the woods, and poured into the pond that we have discovered is not a pond (and will get a post of its own soon).
With complete attention, landscape celebrates that liturgy of the seasons, giving itself unreservedly to the passion of the goddess.
~ John O’Donohue
Just before the sun came up from behind the loblolly pines, I heard, for the first time in my life, a Whippoorwill. He or she was off in the distance somewhere, but the call was distinct and easy to identify. I greeted the crows sitting in the sweetgum trees, and waved at the Great Blue Heron as he flew by, croaking and honking.
At sunrise everything is luminous but not clear.
~ Norman Maclean
It was the kind of morning when you can watch the earth do its own variations of sun salutations.
Thank you for stopping by and watching the sunrise with me. I hope your Wednesday has been filled with joy and at least a little of the morning’s golden glow.
Be good, be kind, be loving. Just Be. 🙂