The day is just better when I get to see the sunrise. Seeing the greatness of the day unfold is humbling and empowering.
This morning I was a bit occupied with my routine and was enjoying the dark of the morning a bit too much before I realized dawn was approaching. I quickly made my bulletproof coffee and headed to the mountain. I did not realize the intention I had unknowingly set.
Haste…
I was behind the time I thought I should be.
I ran up the mountain walking only when needing to catch my breath as I kept seeing more color in the sky starting to show. I didn’t want to miss it! Yet I was missing out on everything. It took me a bit to realize, once again, that the journey is the experience, not the sunrise.
When I made it to my particular observation point I was well on time. The real color was just about to start. It was beyond impressive. How does one put words to a sunrise? It is a feeling, not a text.
The color unfolds from purple hues into a golden field with pink’ish red everywhere. All blending so well with the deep tones of grey from the mountain with a burst of color in the bold green of the cactus with jolts of vibrant brown in the sagebrush. WOW. No words to describe.
But then the need to rush thru the middle in an attempt to reach the end, the sunrise. Hurry up sunrise, I’m waiting! SO often that is our view of our entire life. We make the middle of life the chore we push thru so that we can see the reward, the weekend, at the end.
In the middle of an amazing sunrise, this was my reality. Several times I caught myself wanting to finish what was happening, the unveiling of the day so that I could see the sunrise and continue my day.
The middle is the journey, what we are to experience. There is no need to make it the busy chore of life. Yet we only want to rush thru it. Hurry up and get home so I can sit… Push thru the day so I can clock out… Get bath time over with children so we can finish the bedtime routine…
And this is missing out on life. Missing out on the journey. The experience is life. It presents us with everything we choose to see.
This is a daily struggle for me. As writing this I have experienced it, wanting to post on the actual blog site, yet I am here writing not posting. It is not about ‘posting the blog’ but rather living the experiencing of writing it.
Being present is where life happens.
Busy is turning the living into a chore, a means to an end that we never reach.
The end doesn’t exist. There is no finish line. The journey is it. Living in the present moment, regardless of the action, is fulfillment.
Living brings joy. Being present shows us how abundant living can be.
As always,
Light and Love
