I woke up this morning sensing something different behind my curtains. There was a warm glow reaching my face making me wanting to get up. To want to get out of bed is a very rare feeling for me, as I am not a morning person.
I took my robe and surprised my teenage son to be in the kitchen that early. He normally is there long before me, so he asked me why I was up. “To watch the sunset”, I replied. “You mean the sunrise”, laughed my son with a grin on his face. “Yes, that is what I mean”, I laughed back.
Both of us knowing that I have seen plenty of beautiful sunsets but I can count on my fingers how many times I have seen the sunrise. I mean, to really see it rise. Of course I have stumbled out of bed to get going in the morning plenty of times. Often just struggling with the fact that I have to be up early, completely missing the actual sunrise. This morning was different.
I went outside and saw the sky transform from a slightly lit orange glow to a full canvas painted in the most beautiful shades of pink together with some orange strokes. As I stood there I was inhaling the morning-glory and exhaling the night. I welcomed this new day with a child’s wonder. This world IS beautiful, and I need to greet it with gratitude, was all that I felt.
This day stirred something new within me. I need to do this again.
I need to watch the sun rise from below the horizon to fully visible in the sky. As the sun greets us, I have to welcome a new day. Later, I will say goodnight to this beautiful world. So there will be no more of just sunsets, sunrises are equally as magnificent.
Good morning glorious earth!