Kissing the Day

The sliding glass door in my room faces East. In the morning I wake up before the sun, shower and then, once my roommate is up, I open the curtains. This is just a little before 7am and the world is light, but that hazy, cold light that makes me feel a safe distance from the duties of the day. I set up a cozy little nest on my bed, then and hang out with God for a bit. My mind is sleepy and messy at this point, songs from the day before, moments, phrases, loose threads from the dreams I had in the night… but this time is sort of about letting go of those things and focusing, expressing gratitude, confessing need….

And then the sun makes its ways up the sky in earnest.
As I mentioned above, my room faces East, so as the sun climbs the sky, it peaks over some low hills andΒ  paints itself on the wall next to me in a cheerful orange and then hits my face.

If this happened as a way of waking me up I might find it annoying but, by this time I’ve had my shower and have come to some form of acceptance about being alive for the day. It’s more like a big, happy kiss from the day.

The sun has a lot of ground to cover, so my moment with her is brief.
But awesome.

I just now realized that January is done… Phewf.

5 thoughts on “Kissing the Day”

  1. Lovely πŸ™‚
    I’m thankful, right now, that I get up early enough that I beat the sun and don’t have to see her until I’m on my way. I can’t face that kind of light at 6 in the morning!

  2. Maybe you did not intend your post as a poem but I read it as such. What a beautiful poem. I wish you daily morning kisses throughout the month of February. Thank you for sharing so much of your experience out there near the “divide” πŸ™‚

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