I woke up this morning with a craving for sunshine. It was a consuming feeling that overtook me the moment I lurched from the bed. For the past two weeks, it seems that it has been overcast and dreary and rainy here. Now, I know that sometimes those conditions come with the winter season, but I also know that I need to feel that lightness that comes with a morning walk under a misty sunrise in the south.
Thankfully, I was rewarded, when I looked out the window. The sun was just beginning to come up over the courtyard wall. I hurriedly fed Friz and harnessed up that little blue chihuahua and made a mad dash for the gate. Poor little guy’s head must have been spinning, because he looked at me like an animal caught in headlights.
It is really funny. A friend had posted on his Facebook. wall wanting to know if you considered yourself a Sunrise or a Sunset type of person. I have always strongly identified myself with the twilight hours and the moon. Then again, I have always had a strong love for the sun.
Most of my treasured memories center around a wonderful strong morning or afternoon sun. I remember vividly going fishing with my best friend on a coolish spring morning while the sun slowly burned the dew off of the grass. I remember going camping at the beach with my mom and dad as a kid and my dad getting me up early to watch the sunrise over the ocean. Even memories of home…being greeted by the sun as I walked out the back door toward the chicken coop and the goat pasture. I used to watch the baby goats dance and jump in the rays of the sun as I put their food out.
This morning, as Friz and I moved through the gate into the glorious light of the sun….I felt a transformation in my spirit. I could feel that sunshine warming me up from the inside out. It is also so funny watching that little blue chihuahua sometimes…..it is so evident that he mirrors so much of me. When he felt that sun on his face, he leaned into it. He closed his eyes and raised his little face up and it was like he was breathing in the sun. Then the little booger got really playful. I decided that this would be a good day for a trip to the pond. The woods are wonderful, but the sun is masked by the canopy of trees above and I felt that Friz and I both were craving more sun-time.
As we started that familiar trek, I looked down beside one of the cars outside the courtyard and there stood black and white cat. He is getting braver and braver. Now he is within 10 feet of our condo. Hmmm…wouldn’t surprise me to see him curled up in the courtyard one morning. I will have to make him up a sleeping box under the patio porch. As this thought plays across my brain, the motley crew of a little blue chihuahua, a black and white cat, and a middle aged witch in his cloak head out on an adventure by the pond.
When we arrive, you can smell the sunshine as it caresses the blades of grass. I leaned against that old oak and could hear it asking me where I had been. My senses seemed to super sensitive this morning. The smells, the sounds, the sights all around me were much more vivid and alive. As I waited for Friz and Black and White Cat to make themselves comfortable in my lap, I quietly thanked Brigid for the warmth and beauty of the fire of the sun…for the blaze that I could feel her stirring in my own spirit. I thanked Cernunnos for keeping that wild part of me alive that I might experience newly the power of outdoors and the strength of the animals.
I sat and just listened for the longest time. I heard Mama Crow, of course. It seemed as though I was getting another lecture. Maybe this time it was for being away from the pond as long as I have. I looked overhead and saw four Canadian geese flying. That unmistakeable honk from the lead goose and the rear goose were penetrating the morning sky. As I looked around, I could see the beginnings of daffodils springing up. Here in Georgia, they show there leaf shoots in late January and early February…which still amazes me.
As I leaned against my friend Oak, I could feel the sun’s rays warming me from head to toe. I watched as it glistened on the coats of Friz and Black and White. I put my hand on their backs thinking I could feel the warmth of the sun through them. I did, however, feel the peace of sleep and the warmth of their bodies absorbing that sun-strength. I watched as a sleepy yawn escaped Friz and Black and White stretched so long that he just about fell off my lap. As he raced toward righting himself and looking at me with his, “You did not just see that” look, we all began our slow walk back to the condo. Of course, Black and White disappeared the way he always does just shy of the condo….probably to do his morning hunt (even though he did just devour a half a can of cat food). What can I say, we like our food around here.
As I opened the condo door, I could see one more creature who was craving the sun this morning. Merlin. He sat on the edge of the end table chattering away through the window. I have always said that when he does that, he is talking to the fairies. He looked at me with eyes pinned by the sunlight, said his customary “Merrrp” in greeting and went right back to discussing what he needed to with the fae. Of course, all the picture frames and anything else that was in his way was lying down on the table. I just decided to clear the space for him…after all, we all deserve to have our place in the sun.