When you live in a northern climate the sun isn’t always
around. Luckily I live in a place that generally gets nice summers, some days
even get hot (like now in August). Because, like all of life, it’s rather short
lived, I enjoy taking time to just lay around in the sun. Sometimes it might be
in the morning sitting at a picnic table on the east side of the house writing
in my journal like now. Other times it might be on a sandy beach at the lake or
river just lazing about letting myself get just a little hot so I can dip into
the water and get out and start the whole sun bathing process all over again.
But most of the time it’s in my back yard after the day’s work is done and I
just doze off in the late afternoon sunshine in a lawn chair. And I’m not
picky. I’ll do that in the spring or fall as well if the sun is out.
I’m certainly not a worshiper of the sun, but I definitely
enjoy its presence. I feel most comfortable with life when I can just relax for
a time and forget all the world and its troubles and bask in the warmth of
sunshine. During those moments I don’t worry about anything except maybe the
sentence I’m writing or the chapter I’m reading. I actually will stop and smell
the roses when I’m in my back yard in the sunshine.
I think perhaps if we all took time away from life and
just relaxed in the sunshine we would remember that life is a gift, not a time
to worry about the latest tweet of the president or the standing of the country
in world politics. America is a vast beautiful country teeming with life and
natural beauty that is largely due to the sun. Maybe if we all just found a
nice sunny spot to remember that and to take stock in the wonder about us all
the other silly things would just fall into place.
I think perhaps my aspirations have always been to be a
sunbather. So now I will be thankful for every patch of sunlight in my life.
