Monday, July 2, 2012
Vulnerability at sunrise
There’s a certain vulnerability when the sun is rising that is unlike any other. How could I possibly be given one more day, to see these colors, to hear the bird who arrived at the feeder, to smell the purple wildflower that blossomed only yesterday? In one sweet open moment, sometimes it's difficult to tell whether the colors, the sounds, the smells are occurring inside the body, or outside. It's almost confusing, the depth of intimacy. It is so vivid, so alive, so touching, a tinge of sadness at the preciousness of it all; it almost aches with the pain of such unguardedness. These sweet friends know everything about me, have ventured all the way inside the cells of my heart; I am fully exposed to them, and they to I.