The sun rises. What a sentence: I love the cadence and the notion and yet, I’m struck this morning by its untruth, for the sun does not rise. Earth, with us aboard, rolls to meet it every morning. We turn; the sun holds steady.
No eye or mere camera can capture the nuance of the light this morning, soft tendrils piercing the chilly dawn, and silence in its full measure. We roll gently into this day, this miracle of breath and longing and work that we call life. I wish you joy and peace and the goodness and comfort of seeing the neighbor in all beings. Whether we know it, like or detest it, decry or embrace it, we are all one and lucky to be here.
(photo from 6 years, a lifetime, ago)