Week 35 - Sunrise , sunrise I can see it in your eyes...
This weeks experiment was to seek out Sunrises and Sunsets and to notice what we notice.
After feeling very uncertain last week about Mam and whether it would be ok to leave her, with my sisters support I was able to attend a wedding, which turned out to be a bit of a three day ‘Irish’ type affair (lots of chatting and telling of old stories, lots of laughs, lots of alcohol, some dancing and not a lot of sleep) and then as was the plan head off in a hired camper to the North Wales coast for a couple of days with B and Ted. The relief B was feeling after delivering a very good best man speech was palpable and the lightness to his being lasted a few days. It was as if Chris had again designed this week’s experiment just for me. It was a perfect time to catch the sunrise and sunset and to have time for a little contemplation to tune in with myself and notice what I feel.
Morning one of waking on beach with a bit of wild camping on Black Rock sands, I shoved on some shorts and a t-shirt and headed out with Ted and my camera for a barefoot walk along the beach just as the sun was rising. It was honestly such a joy to be the only person on the beach and to feel the sand under my feet. The riot of colours in the sky were just beautiful, orange and yellows to the West and blues and purples to the East. I’m not very good at geography so I may have them mixed up but you get my drift. Not for the first time have I wished like Joni that I was a painter with a box of paints so I could recreate some of those colours of nature. Instead I had my camera as my tool and took a few shots. Being a holiday I then had the joy of jumping back under the duvet for a cuddle and another hour’s sleep. Ahh so this is what happy is.
That day we carried on across the Llyn Penisular- one of the most beautiful places in Wales in my opinion. It’s like going back in time, the beautiful coast line and windy roads. That evening we did part of a coastal walk and we were lucky enough to see the sun go down and I thought as I always do when I see something amazing in the sky- a shooting star or forked lightning, an amazing sunset or full moon- I think of all those people in ancient times before me who gazed at the sky before they knew what they were looking at. Were they frightened? Did they derive pleasure from it? Was it part of their spiritual existence? I always think about this and I don’t know why. Also I have sought comfort from the sky at times of need. Once I was on a long work trip to Poland and I was missing my son (who was two at the time) terribly and as I stared out of the window from my hotel room at a huge full moon I took comfort from the fact he could see the same moon and he wasn’t that far away and he would soon be in my arms once again.
Summer’s coming to an end and autumn is on the horizon, my favourite time of year. Fruits ripe for the picking, crisp morning and blustery walks. New starts and fresh perspective. No more wearing inappropriate clothing for our schizophrenic weather. It will be boots and cardies full stop no more daring to wear flip flops and getting caught out. Sunrises and sunsets will also be easier to catch. Thank you Chris for this reminder to connect with the earth and enjoy being alive.