The Sun Always Rises
Every day new leaves fall down my backyard. Never fails. Every day the wind blows them into the pool. Never fails. Every spring the cherry trees on Emerald Road bloom, dark pink, light pink, white. Every day the cat tries to escape through the front door and every day the dog barks, offended. Every day I set the table and clear the table, set the table and clear the table. Every day the sun rises and every day it sets. Never fails.
Every day I am happy, and I am sad and then happy again. Every day I go up and down the stairs and every day I get myself out and back in bed once more. Every day I question the choices I have made and every day I am certain that I never had a choice. Every day I doubt the existence of God and every day I know that God is good. Because every day the leaves fall, the wind blows, the cat escapes, the sun sets, I am happy.
The universe conspires on life’s favor, on flux, on rotation. And even when day after day everything seems the same, when I look back everything is different.
Our children were babies every day and suddenly they learned to walk, became toddlers. Our parents were young every day and suddenly unlearned to walk. Our grandparents were life every day and suddenly forgot to breathe.
Beware of the time, for it goes by even when we’re still. Thankfully, because many are the times we need to stop and rest. Many are the times we need to sit still and regroup to get brave enough to do it all over again. But time must continue to pass, so that the wind can come, sweep away the leaves of the past and the cherry trees can blossom again. And it never fails.
Isn’t it wonderful? How life never ceases to happen even if we lose the courage to live it.