Just when I started thinking that I had seen most of what the sunrise has to offer, something new came my way.
The timing is good. I spent some time yesterday preparing to give a talk about my year of sunrise outings, scheduled for August. The experience was so huge in my mind that it has been difficult for me to find my way into the story of that year of getting up to meet the day. I suppose that year encompasses many stories and discoveries for me, and that is the problem. The life transitions, the writing, the sky watching, the brushes with wild animals and the antics of my dogs, the incredible beauty of the world in both miniature and grand scale, my new relationship with the outdoors and growing acquaintance with a very unique time of the astronomical day. It's all so intricately interwoven, it's hard to untangle one coherent tale to make it an interesting 30 minute talk.
I think the heart of this talk will be the idea of finding your own inspiration to express what is inside of you. Everyone has something to say, wisdom to share, a story to tell. It can come out in many ways, but for me, writing is what works. And no doubt, being outdoors as the rising glow of day spreads across the sky opens me up. Especially when I turn around toward the west and see a glorious double rainbow spanning its arch over my home.
I don't like to think of myself as a superstitious person, but sometimes it's hard not to feel as though the world is telling you something.