Perhaps it’s because I spent so many years lost in dark depression and incapacitated by profound fatigue that the sun is so deliciously glorious to me now. After so many years of not even wanting to get out of bed, now I can’t wait to rise and greet the morning. The first thing I do every morning, early, around 5am at this time of year, is to open the blinds and see what the sky looks like. My favourite is when the dark sky is streaked with the pinks and golds of the impending sunrise. Or when there is one long dark cloud stretching across the horizon and the sun is rising right behind that cloud and so its golden rays look like they’re stretching all the way from heaven to earth. The ultimate delight comes when the sun sparkles its way through my window and onto my bed. I love to jump back into bed and bathe in those sparkles of warmth and light.
No matter how it begins its day, the sun always makes me feel alive and warm and energized. When I open my window and hear the birds chirping happily (I dare to presume they’re happy, though they could conceivably be telling each other to get out of the feeder so others can have a bite too), and the little fountain babbling in the backyard and smell the fragrance of lilacs and roses wafting through the morning air, my heart feels like it’s going to burst with joy…I’m so glad to be alive.
I haven’t always been able to say that. So it’s a miracle, a gift, a testament to God’s love, grace, mercy and compassion that it can now bubble up from deep within me with such passion that it lifts my arms into the air and my heart sings out “Hallelujah! It’s a great day to be alive!”