sunshine

J's favorite saying is that he is solar-powered. I love this statement! I am so solar-powered! I remember this every year when summer comes to Ottawa. The last few days of delicious heat that penetrates deep into my bones makes me so happy. My windows are open. My skimpy tops are on. My toes are free. I love the warmth on my skin. I love the feeling of being hot. My body limbers up, my mind relaxes, my soul, like a sunflower, turns me towards the light. It feels so good! Liking drinking in something soothing and contented.

I think some of this attraction may have started in my tween years when my Mom painted my room bright yellow. We lived in California and the sunshine was strong. My room faced the morning light and when the sun rose, at some crazy hour in the morning, the rays seemed to radiate and reflect off of the walls. "I am awake already!" I remember grumbling to the world. But secretly, I think I loved it. I loved waking up happy and bright. Seeing the cheerfulness that comes with light. It had a bounce to it, and I know I absorbed it.

Blessed be the cracked, for they let in the light!