Rejuvenation and The Sun 06Oct07 | comments: 4
Earlier today I was laying on my bed, looking out my skylight, basking in direct sunlight. Damn, it felt good. I’ve been so busy running around the past month that I haven’t had a chance to just kick back, do nothing, and smile at the fact I had no plans for the day. As I lay there, letting the sun send warm tingles throughout my body, I was reminded of a great Mary Oliver poem:
The Sun
Have you ever seen
anything
in your life
more wonderful
than the way the sun,
every evening,
relaxed and easy,
floats toward the horizon
and into the clouds or the hills,
or the rumpled sea,
and is gone-
and how it slides again
out of the blackness,
every morning,
on the other side of the world,
like a red flower
streaming upward on its heavenly oils,
say, on a morning in early summer,
at its perfect imperial distance-
and have you ever felt for anything
such wild love-
do you think there is anywhere, in any language,
a word billowing enough
for the pleasure
that fills you,
as the sun
reaches out,
as it warms you
as you stand there,
empty-handed-
or have you too
turned from this world-
or have you too
gone crazy
for power,
for things?
Mary Oliver