Sacred Sun Blog #6

Sunday, March 9^th, 2013 4:12 p.m. 61 degrees...I see a strange shining obelisk in the sky, a mysterious golden disc. An unfamiliar gleaming orb hanging from the heavens….Is it… could it be?  Yes….

I sing in exultation: “It’s the brilliant sun” high in the sky; particles and energy radiants, massive gravity squelches, only emitting radiance, vibrating warmth...“Where have you been?” I ask. The ever burning sun, kissing her moon every night, caressing the earth by day has been silently hiding behind her guardian cloud fortresses. The mind of the Sun delivers a red hibiscus smile from her center, an image conceived  between 10,000 and 170,000 years before its energy can leave the sun's interior and then be emitted from the surface as light. I ask: “Is there anybody on earth who does not long for your smile?” I say to myself: “No, no one; everyone wants your smile.” My heart bows to it in adoration. 

The sun is what i need to survive, so I will stay with her for as long as it takes, deal with her burns and heal within the light of the sun to see what is beyond, and within; I must have the sun to guide the way. Sunshine, traveling through miles of space, gentle and kind on my face, chases away sorrow: brings levity and revelry. I, like the world, take her generosity from need with reverence and appreciation and yet, even after all this time, the sun never says to us,“You owe Me.” Instead, she reminds me: “I will never stop giving; I am the energy of life.”  Look what happens with a love like that; it lights the whole sky.

Has anyone ever seen anything in their life more wonderful than the sun beaming so brilliantly, so effortlessly, so relaxed, floating in a pale blue liquid sky or experienced more pleasure than the sun reaching out to fill you as it warms? The sun blesses my mind with joy; blesses my heart with peace.

Today, in Schenley Park, an ancient connection with the light has been rekindled with the sunshine. It is a spectacular domain and a breathtaking sensation. In the sunlight there is a soft and fresh breeze; it has the smell of a natural and hot perfume.  The sunshine is suffusing the park with swarms of new, strange animals as if they came from the fantasy of my winter’s imagination

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There is a jubilant convocation of activity amongst the living. Wild life has joined in the procession of worship. Gray tree squirrels, fast and agile, are scaling trees and jumping from tree top to tree top with great speed. They are active and dart from one area to the next using their tails to keep them balanced as they fly through the air. Their eyes are sharp and detect movement well as they react to objects that come too close. I spot a silver one with an off-white belly and rusty markings on its side. He is eating something hard, an acorn or perhaps some kind of nut. They love nuts: hickory nuts, beechnuts and walnuts.  Gray squirrels smell out nuts they have previously buried for winter food. The unrecovered nuts sometimes sprout and grow into trees. In this way, squirrels help ensure continual forest growth.

Two more come close by and share in the banquet. They feed side by side. The sun has worked her magic on them as well; they seem gregarious and not the least bit territorial. As I trace the movements of a last squirrel in a distant tree with a leaf in its mouth, a scorching scarlet red announced its blaze: a bloodshot ruby placed strategically in a high reaching branch near the sky by an invisible paintbrush to enhance the composition. A fauvist red drop illuminated by an impressionistic sun guides my attention to a Northern Cardinal; it has a shade of red I can’t keep my eye off of and is a perfect combination of familiarity, conspicuousness and style. Before I can take in its supreme reflection, I notice that its crest is raised and pointed, a sign of agitation, it flies off, somewhat reluctantly, on its small rounded wings into the light’s radiant rays that brought it here. 

I look into its flight until the sun’s light beams too bright; the tears shimmer and make my vision sparkle.

The beneficent, magnanimous sun has brought people and wild life to co-exist in this park today. The community of nature was held through the light that was offered. What life wasn’t seen in the previous promenades came out today from the mysteries of the forest dark into the dreams of a star.

Good day and good night sun. Although you never stop burning, rest and bring us night; I embrace and welcome its dark if only because it makes me love you all the more the next time you come.  Welcome back…