And now it's time

It is now time to tell my story. It is time to uncover not only the evil but also the good. I am, after all, a complete person. Inside my being there lives a history rich with all the emotions that define what it means to be human. I woke up today — so different from yesterday. So much to live for — such joy…The sun bright and warm…

My skin soaks up the warmth even as I hang the laundry out to dry on the line. It is so hot and dry. The laundry will be dry in an hour. This is my weather. I wait all winter for this feeling of life that has been given to me by the Lord’s sun…

Understand, I do appreciate the winter months. I love the rain and curling up in bed as the thunder shakes the sky and the rain floods and nourishes the earth…But spring — spring to summer…the sun, bright and warm, and toasty and safe, that is my time, the time when my breathing is easier and the air feels so much sweeter.

The sun’s warmth is the ultimate hug. One of the greatest Gifts given to us here on earth; given to us who search, sometimes unknowingly and mostly blindly for that ultimate love that I call ‘peace.’ I wait for the spring-summer sun. Sometimes I don’t even know that I am waiting — and then, it happens…

One morning, I’ve left the blinds and window open. I wake to the warm breeze and the smell of sweet flowers. The heat is already floating over the bed. I kick off the covers, roll over and kiss my love. I’ve been called by the sun. I need to go out, even if just for a moment — even if just to hang out the laundry…even if just to say a silent ‘thank you’ for this gift of warmth. The heat warms my body and soul alike. The sun brightens the world and brings light to gloomy thoughts and deeds.

All winter long I look to the sky hoping the sun will grace us with a wink, a foreshadowing of the spring to come. I live in a moderate climate, in a country suffering from droughts and ‘too-short’ winters, and it is with an (almost) guilty heart that I say these things, that I feel this way.