I’m an hour into sitting. The slow progression of the dawn. The blue-grey stage, light and shadow. I’ve watched every sunrise for a quite a few years. The exceptions are memorable.
A total eclipse of the sun. People were stunned to watch the sun disappear, the dusk descend, and the sun’s return in diamond ring glory. One of our most ancient rituals. The sun is swallowed. It’s ominous. Darkness falls. It’s the image for evil in some languages. But the light is reborn and now the symbol for good.
Our culture is far from nature and needs a powerful stimulus to go outside and stare at the sky and remember we live close to a star and the mysteries. We take so much for granted.
The rising sun. I married Japan. It’s all about the dawn. I write short poems.
I study my defensiveness. Why didn’t I make the pilgrimage? The question has no answer, but that doesn’t stop me from asking.
There was a time in my life, when I didn’t read the news or watch the television. I could have been camping in Wyoming. I would not have seen it coming. I try to imagine the ancestors. The moment.
At the present moment, I have made a quiet vow to live an ordinary life. And because I did not travel north, I vow to watch the dawn as closely as if an eclipse. It’s at the ruby stage.
I’d heard about the diamond ring that comes when the sun returns. My brother, who watched from the Oregon coast, described how it’s formed. The light shines through deep valleys on the moon and the single points sparkle like jewels.
From the studio, the light shines through trees on the horizon line. It’s not a diamond light, it’s golden and glowing.
Because of the vow, I walked up the gulch and sat under a large and leaning fir. It was far enough from town that all I heard was wind and sounds of life. I saw bear tracks in hardened mud.
I kept on walking and sat a second time. A small plunge pool with a little water left. All kinds of wasps were drinking. I’m the alien life-form. They pay me no attention. These dinosaurs amaze me.
I guarantee that the eclipse was more jaw-dropping than these colorful clouds that are burning with color and intensity, but my jaw’s down. The clouds have turned purple, opalescent, and pearly.
I’m grateful for words and language. Bibles often begin with the word. What word? Right now, it’s colors and the light. The way of consciousness. First names, then stories.
I listened to many describe the phenomenon yesterday and the word was “amazing.” Almost everyone said it. “You had to have been there.” It exceeded expectations. I believe this is true and the sunrise this morning continues. I’m amazed.
“Does this happen every day?” It’s been going on for about two hours, the time it takes the eclipse to make first, second, and third contact.
I’ve watched the progression. There’s no silver lining to the clouds, it’s yellow gold. The dawn slowly reveals herself. She’s not a tease, there’s more. The birds sing. It’s a song of life and love and freedom.
Both doors to the studio are open and sound comes in with the breeze. I’m remembering yesterday and living today. Since I didn’t have eclipse glasses, I used five pairs of sunglasses. It was somewhat clumsy, but worked. I was amazed.