December Reflections Day 1: Morning Light

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For the past several years (since I’ve been on Instagram) I’ve participated in Susannah Conway’s December Reflections photo challenge, a conglomeration of daily prompts and reflections as we end this most recent year. I love the challenge of photographing different things as well as the community that has formed around it. Some of my favorite IG accounts have been found during this challenge and it’s fun to slowly make some virtual friends. (Be sure to check out Terri Connellan’s Quiet Writing.) This year, in addition to the photo challenge, I decided to make it a writing and blog challenge as well, as I do better with a hardcore daily challenge than just a vague notion of “I want to do more of [insert thing here].” (To which Todd rolled his eyes because he knows me and knows that I will indeed do this and it means he will likely be taking up more of the cooking duties again. I told him I’d cook for myself, but he has a realistic fear that cooking for myself means microwaved quesadillas and olives right from the jar.)

I hope you join along, either following me here or on Instagram, or join in yourself!

Day 1: Morning Light

I’m not sure I would consider myself a morning person, but it is my favorite light of the day. I hate west-facing windows because afternoon light has always made me anxious and uncomfortable. This photo is from my morning walk to work, where the eastern light bounces off the cream buildings, reminding me of the architecture of Paris and if I pause and concentrate on just that light and those buildings I can remember what it felt like to be there.

When I need hope, I remind myself that the sun will rise again and give me the chance to start over. A new chance, everyday.

But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come, and when the sun shines, it’ll shine out the clearer.

- Samwise Gamgee, Lord of the Rings

Mornings are my favorite time to start, to get a cup of coffee or tea, write in my journal and meditate and find a place to watch the sun rise. I dream of the day when I have the perfect east-facing view, to watch the sun rise over a lake or over the mountains instead of my little alleyway. Until then, I will delight in how the sun spreads itself over Patterson Park as I drive to work and illuminates the historic buildings in Mt Vernon, helping to dust myself off for a new day.