I saw the most amazing sunset tonight. I mean, it was far greater than any picture I have ever seen, and it almost looked fabricated. Like, how could anything be that beautiful naturally? Without filters and photo enhancements? His reverent creation, bestowed upon little ole me.
I find myself these days, chasing the sunrises and sunsets, all majestic, always inspiring, and just plain momentous, as each one feels more important than the last. I can be walking outside to get the daily post, and it catches my attention out of the corner of my eye and I suddenly go running down the street to view it from the cul-de-sac nearby like some 6-year-old girl with pig tails at recess.
I will be driving down the road running errands, with a destination in mind, and it suddenly breaks out between the tree tops like the beginning of a song, literally unveiling its majestic self to me, calling my name, and before you know it, I am weaving in and out of parking lots and neighborhoods, I am weaving in and out through concrete jungles and peering over the tree tops, just to find the optimal spot to park and be present with it. With me. With him.
Every single day. Less than 10 minutes each day. These magical moments of rising and setting. Like the birth of new beginnings, the sun rises to awaken my spirit and open my eyes to what the blank slate truly has to offer me. Then like fireflies, it welcomes the closing of the day, whatever you may have found in that day. And while I find such poetic beauty in these few moments each day, the most beautiful story is the one I choose to write in the moments between them.
Circumstance does not determine my disposition; it is Me, that drives the temperament. And yet, I find such solace in the rising and setting. No more than just a few minutes in the morning, and a few in the evening, and still, every single one is like the first time I have ever seen one. I feel honored to witness them. I feel privileged to feel the warmth of this magnificent artistic expression of nature and life. Just to be Present.
**Note** The Picture provided is a sunrise in the Sea of Cortez that I took over this past summer. I snap a lot of photos of the sunrise and sunset, but most of the time, I am just there to be in the presence of them. They're intimate, and powerful.