Yesterday morning my alarm woke me and my first thought was to pick it up and heave it across the room. But I remembered in that infinitesimal nanosecond of time that my little Iphone is actually pretty handy, and the bureaucratic hassles of getting a new one are most decidedly not worth one moment of uninhibited delight. So I hauled myself out of bed, tired from moving to my new house yesterday, and the short night, broken by fog horns, ferry blasts, and Baloo barking as he took offence to the intriguing sounds of our new abode.
After breakfast, I rode my bike along the dark road, caught the ferry, and then rode up the hill to Vancouver Island University, my legs feeling weak, and I wondered if I was going to have to get off and push my bike. But somehow enough energy appeared to keep me going through the fog. And then I had 200 steps to my office building. As I climbed, I broke through the dismal grey fog layer, and stepped into sunshine. Beautiful glorious sunshine highlighting puffy white clouds. I stopped and just soaked in the reflected glory from the sky. My tiredness disappeared and I took a big breath, feeling energized and happy. To think I could have missed all this, if I hadn’t got out of bed.
It’s a moment like this, offered as a gift, that opens our heart and reminds us that in our world there is always hope, always light, all we have to to do is to keep searching and believing that it is so. And making the effort to create it around us in whatever way we can.
“For the breath of life is in the sunlight.”
~ Khalil Gibran
Photograph © Janice Henshaw 2015