When the Sun Returns…

 …And the sun always returns.

I remember my first plane ride—how astoundingly beautiful the clouds were from above! Even on the stormiest of days, the sun shines it’s pure light above the fray. And when the clouds part, and the sky is once again clear enough to let the rays of light touch the earth, what sweet relief!

I can be grateful for the storms as well as for the sunshine. It is the yin/yang of life, the perfect balance of clearing out the old to make way for the new; of stirring up the soil and refreshing it with rain in preparation for the seeds of tomorrow to find their roots.

I feel the sunlight again, and it is as nurturing as a mother’s warm embrace. It is gentle and reassuring, allowing me to know, deep down, that all is well. There will come new storms, and I will be well. In this day, I am well. 

 For storms, Thank You. For clarity in this moment, Thank You. For the sun’s eternal return, Thank You.