This morning, as I was sitting in the parking lot of my daughter’s daycare waiting for my carpool to arrive, I watched the sun come up. Dawn is always a powerful time for me. She is liminal in that space each day, opening the way from he darkness into the light. She rekindles my spirit each morning as I watch her dance over the horizon to smile at the earth.
It is especially powerful to follow the progression of the sunrise and sunset. As the days get longer and then shorter and then longer and then shorter, there is something magical in that. It seems to happen so quickly, and yet not quickly at all. There is normally less than a minute difference each day, and yet suddenly it seems like we’re waking up and going to work in the dark, and coming home as the sun is setting. There is something powerful about that shifting balance between light and dark, about the Dawn herself. Something powerful about knowing that even liminality is liminal and always shifting.
The sun peeks her head above the horizon
On this day where the world hangs in balance.
Liminal in time and day,
A moment of transition where even liminality is in flux.
The dawn comes, never failing,
Even when the cycle shifts to darkness.
Blessed are the children of Earth
With Her to greet them each morning
No matter the day.
Blessed are the children of Earth,
Especially today as we mark
the beginning of the darkness
Yet still greeted with Her light.