This is another of my posts from the Setantii website…
Lucky for me our bedroom faces the east, and not only that, but once you look past the bungalows opposite, there is a view over countryside towards the Cheshire Pennines. It is a bare backbone of millstone grit which is unbroken apart from a section of forest and Bow Stones Farm, which is a white building on the ridge. There are some radio masts by it which you can sometimes pick out on a good day, and on the other side an old hawthorn tree which stands out almost as clearly as the house. The tree is at least forty years old, because it has been there as long as I can remember.
Every morning when I wake up and open the curtains I make a conscious effort to greet the sun and say a little prayer, something along the lines of thanks for bringing another dawn, thanks for the gift of life, and then asking a blessing for the home and it’s inhabitants. It is a practice that I’m sure is part of most spiritualities. It is such a simple action to take but really does set you off on your day in a positive state of mind.
In the summer the sun is up before I am, rising far to the left of the window – the northeast – and climbing high into the sky. In the winter it is still below the horizon and is to the far right, in the south east. On the most perfect mornings the sun will be almost peeping above the hill when I wake and I spend a spellbinding, glorious half hour watching this huge pulsating globe rising over the bare hill until with a final surge it seems to tear itself from the earth and hang suspended in the air. It helps that the sun and moon always look so huge when viewed on the horizon.
When I get downstairs I brew tea and take it outside to drink, or if the weather is too extreme, I sit by the open patio door. It is a chance for me to go out into nature, before the day gets too noisy and just be. In the summer I wander round dead heading as I go, watching the pond creatures, listening to the birds and connecting with the earth and the garden spirits. In the winter I look at the stars, take in the calmness of a sleeping garden and watch the sky lightening. There is a particular shade of turquoise that you only ever seem to get at dawn or dusk. I don’t wear shoes, because I like to feel the earth energy rising up towards the sun. I even go barefoot in the frost because there is something wonderfully magical about walking on glittery grass in the star and moonlight.
The following poem is one I wrote a few years ago now. I belonged to an internet group and we were asked to write a poem to describe the image we had chosen to go on a heraldic shield – it was a bit Arthurian you see! I had chosen the Sun in Splendour (one of those glorious old heraldic suns with rays radiating out from it) on a turquoise background (for the dawn). My own particular Sun-Lord is Lugh of the Shining Spear, to whom this is dedicated.
It is the dawn. The Sun in Splendour rises
Radiates his blessings, to the Earth they fall
With each new morn his power energises
New light, new life, new hope, new love for all.
Sun-Lord of mine, the light of your Spirit
Illuminates me without and within
So as you shine grant I may reflect it
Pure thought, pure word, pure deed, pure love to win