This morning I awoke to see a bead of sunlight dribbling in through the gap in the curtains of our bedroom. The light streamed across the bed, over my quilt-covered toes and up the wall. This is my first Spring in this home and each day I am shown a new light. Olive meowed that it was time for breakfast and she followed me into the laundry room, where an irregular trapezoid of sunshine coming from our garage window covered a section of the rug. We laid down together and cuddled in the warm blanket of light. After feeding the cat I poured my Oat Straw infusion and sat in the den. Across the street, our elderly neighbor was taking out her trash. This takes her about 5 minutes to inch down her walkway all the way to her trashcan. In the foreground, our front yard was still frosty, not yet touched by the warmth of day. I silently cheered on Anette, hoping she would make it to the trashcan before the garbage truck pulled down the street.
Living in such a high latitude means the sun dramatically changes position throughout the year. The shifts are substantial. Every day brings its unique illuminations.
This morning I thought about how there’s so much conversation around how we change as individuals. Obsession over the one variable we can control—ourselves. What about the sun, The Great Revealer, and how we change in a new light?