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Writing

Waiting for the Light

If you want to watch the sun rise from this low mountain ridge, you will be waiting for a long time.

You will be waiting while the sun’s rays follow their ancient path across the forested ridges that surround you, first reaching the far ridge to the South, then the high ridge to the West, and then finally arriving at the low ridge where you are standing.

And while you are waiting, the frost will crunch loudly beneath your feet, each step announcing the coldness of the December morning. Every in-breath will be a shock to your lungs, which will long nostalgically for the warm air in your cabin. And the clever fingers of the cold will find their way through multiple layers of your warmest clothing to your tender skin.

And while you are waiting, your warm and cozy cabin will stand empty, its promise of hot tea and breakfast almost (but not quite) forgotten.

Yet you will stay outside in the sharp, cold air, because the light is calling you, and you don’t want to miss the moment when the sun first illuminates the tall spires of redwoods on the Western ridge.

You will do it because the light is moving swiftly across the wooded slopes around you, revealing new kinds of beauty with every moment.

You will do it because this is the only chance you will ever have to watch the sun rise on this day, and you don’t want to miss that chance.

You will do it because, as Rumi said, “the breezes at dawn have secrets to tell you. Don’t go back to sleep.”

You will do it because the birds are singing in joyful anticipation of the dawn, and your heart is singing with them.

You will do it because you don’t want to miss the brilliant, surprising flash of light when the sun encounters a blue jay’s wing.

You will do it because you want to be there when the trees quietly thrill to feel the touch of the sun’s rays, their leaves rising to meet the morning light.

You will do it because you too want to remember that every day of life is a gift of grace.

You will do it because you want to be there at the glorious moment when the sun finally reaches the small patch of Earth where you are standing, and everything is illuminated.

 
   

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