Arriving late to my wake-up chair, I almost missed this morning's blessing: Sunrise Earth looks to be a Florida canal-- shot from UNDERWATER. Shallow; aquas, golds, and greens through the lens, looking, at eye-level, at fish and manatees waking up for the busy day's feeding and cruising.... golden light playing on the bottom and surface. Like looking at a movie in letterbox style, but with golds where the black bands would be.
And I was reminded once again that although you may see a manatee when you look at me, what I really am is an otter. Oh I know, we'd all probably prefer to think of ourselves as dolphins-- they've had so much PR! Not me. Dolphins are just not playful enough-- I remember what my nature was before I got sick and put all this horrible wieght on, and I'm an otter.
I did get up in time for a few, more-gracious words with my patient and loving husband, before he headed off into his crazy day. The bedtime words had not been so warm....
These Sunrise colors are lovely on another gray, sunlight-lacking day here in the dark North. It's AquaJogging Class day, and the pool noodles I gave my class are in just these shades. I still savor the image from one winter day, last year, when I took a boxful of these noodles to provide some color in the drab pool area where I worked out last winter-- one day the sun streamed in through the tiny window at sunset, lighting the water's surface with the wavering reflection of these colors. (I call that image "Monet Today.") That pool proved to be problematic in so many ways, but the mind carries all the good parts away, afterwards, if you set that kind of image as your default page for the stored memories.
It reminded me also that despite the pain, challenge, and dysfunction the day will involve-- mine and that of the people I'll encounter in this Advent season-- it will be a day. Maybe not a "good" day, maybe not a "smart" day, but it will be a day. A good one.