I am not a morning person, not even in the slightest. So when the husbandman proposed that we get up to watch the sunrise, I was honestly kinda hoping that he would sleep in and/or forget about it. He didn't. In fact, in order to get me out of bed, he even started to leave me behind. I hate being left behind even more than I hate early mornings, so of course I can flying out of bed and was dressed in ten seconds flat. (I'm pretty sure he knew what he was doing all along.)
I don't think I have ever been so awed. We used to watch the dawn on the way to school in Belgium, (no, we didn't start that early, the sun just rises much later in the winter) and I got grumpily dragged myself of out bed before the sun was awake for both school and work. But I have never seen a sunrise like this one.
It seemed like the sky went on forever, as did the ocean. Both just strechting out to infinity, full of hope and possiblity. It was not only a new day, but in some ways a whole new life. Suddenly, only that hope mattered. The troubles of yesterday were over and the worries of tomorrow were too far away to matter yet.
I am a chronic worrier, as the husbandman often tells me, I am so busy worrying that I don;t have time to live. But for these thirty minutes,I know I lived, I was fully in the present, even for just a single sunrise, as we watched something bigger than ourselves be born.
I understand now why the dawn is often a symbol of new life. If the sun gets to be born again each day to start afresh, why can't we? Why don't we?
Have you had any new awakenings lately? Has something simple ever changed the way you view the world?