We’ve had a full week of sunny days, and counting. How delicious!
I am a sunshine girl. Warmth and light. Green growing things reaching their way out of the ground. Songbirds and crows and squirrels noising up the backyard. Bees and hummingbirds burying themselves in the rosemary blooms. My studio window open to catch the clatter and hum and sweet air. I am made for this. This is glory. This is me.
I breathe deeper on sunny days. My body relaxes, releases the armour it wore against the cold weather.
I am a sunshine girl, but how do I stay sunshine? A big question for me because these last few weeks all kinds of things are crashing around me. Not onto me, but onto people around me who I know and love and wish only the best for. My heart wants to stay open and loving for them and me. How do I do this when another’s pain and sorrow comes bumping against me? How do I stay sunshine?
A grandmother’s death. A family member with a virulent cancer, another injured and struggling, another with an untreatable aneurysm, yet another with a tumor ‘mostly’ removed. Two long-time friends with cancer. And household disasters, a broken water pipe, a flash flood, and more.
Life is life. I signed up for all of it. I know I can and do create my life. I know that love is always my answer. Yet my heart’s instinct is to protect itself and close against the sorrow and pain now standing beside it.
A closed heart can’t love, can’t feel love, can’t share love, can’t be love. Closing my heart is an old pattern and not the answer. I know this, too.
I remember holding my son when he cried. I can feel his small warm body curled against me, my arms wrapped round him. Rocking him, and rocking and rocking, slowly, gently. Humming to both him and myself whatever song comes into my head. Always it is a love song, and never the same one twice. I feel his distress as though it is mine, and yet my heart remains open wide as the horizon. My love holding his pain.
This is my answer.
Hold my family, my friends, and my life as though each is my beloved child. Because they are. My love for them is no different than my love for my son. This love, my love, shines like the sun, warming all it touches, them and me.
Yes, I am a sunshine girl.