I sit with my coffee on the patio, awaiting the beginning of a new day. Edgar on my lap, we listen as life awakens around us. The curtains breathe as the cool, damp breeze flutters through the space. With each second, morning light brushes the darkness in shades of pastel.
I fill my lungs with all that the universe reveals.
The beauty. The pain.
The hope.
Just as the sun brings a breath of life, people do the same. Those that feel like sunshine bring warmth and love to my heart. It's difficult for me to ask for help. In fact, I loathe it. But I learned over the past 13 months I need to.
I have to.
Those who knew that about me made it a point to ensure I was okay; if I wasn't, they radiated a light that helped guide me back to where I needed to be.
No judgment.
Just love.
I've learned as well those exquisite humans feel like sunshine.
There is light within me—an orb of sacred fire. I feel her; I know her presence. But, I also see the presence of others illuminates hope and instills faith.
There is good.
There is compassion.
The older I get, the more I want to feel that glorious sunshine.
My dad begins round two of chemotherapy this week. I believe the impossible is possible. I believe the unseen is seen with conviction. I believe love will prevail. I believe there is strength in numbers. I ask you to speak those words of restoration, love, and comfort for my dad, mom, grandpa, grandma, and our entire family.
I feel your sunshine.
