Reaching home unusually early last evening, I stood by the stove fixing dinner and forced him to switch the TV off and look at my laptop for some information I needed. Our kitchen and family room faces the west at an angle and we have a window in the vaulted ceiling that streams the room with light when it is bright outside. Which it was NOT yesterday. So, immersed as we were in our respective chores, we were startled when the room suddenly experienced a burst of light. The dark rain bearing clouds had some way given in and let the sun shine through.
We stopped everything for a moment to enjoy what seemed truly miraculous and K remarked “Wonder when the Sun came…”. Without thinking I replied “The Sun has always been there. It’s the clouds that move you know..” and smiled. Getting back to tinkering with the pot cooking on the stove, I paused to realize what I just said. It came to me like a revelation. Of course the Sun has always been there. It is. Whether we move away from it or not, the Sun is there standing, ever un-changing. Waiting for us to come back. Considering how much of a Sun-child I am, this seemed like yet another moment of epiphany for me. I could translate that Sun as God, as Hope, as any thing I want to. It is there. It is out there for me to reach out for. To move towards it. I only need to remember it is there.