Turning into a sunrise kind of person

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Embracing what I have and not lamenting what isn't....

Ironically I have always been a morning person, lol, yet as a kid, sunrises weren't my jam. I more appreciated sunsets, and I still adore them. However, where we live not only are sunsets hard to wrangle, what with that pesky marine layer, but the western treeline of our property obscures them. Ahem.

Seedlings Quilt, February 2020.

Well, o-kay.... So instead I've glammed onto, as much as I possibly can, the notion of grabbing the sunrise when it's available. Today was one such morning, as I slept poorly, finally ambling out of bed around four a.m. hoping not to disturb my husband, which I didn't which is a WIN! Reaching the kitchen, immediately I turned on the kettle, because it was going to be ONE of those kinds of CAFFEINATED mornings, lol!

Yet as I stepped from the kitchen, I yawned. I was SO TIRED. I really WANTED TO FALL ONTO THE COUCH and GO BACK TO SLEEP. But (BUT!) I peered out the window to find starry skies. DUDE!

Sorry for all the shouting, but yeah, it's been one of those mornings, both in the exhaustion, then reveling over a clear night, quickly turning into day. But the sofa, oh my goodness, was TOTALLY calling my name. The kettle went off, I yawned again, then made my usual small pot of half-caff tea. Then put away dishes that had dried overnight in the drainer. Then poured myself a cuppa, ambled back into the living room, plopped into my rocking chair and waited for the day to begin.

And as I waited, I prayed for peace and my beloveds and the rest on this planet. And watched what wasn't a marine layer but certainly some eager clouds go from east to south along that faraway treeline that doesn't obscure the sunrise, when it's not a marine layer morning. And I finally sipped my still hot tea, aching for the half-order of caffeine to kick in. And I considered how precious is a clear start to any day in Humboldt County, especially in the North Coast area. And.... I finally grasped that regardless of whether or not I get up at two or three or five in the morning, sunrises are what I get, and best to truly embrace them, letting sunsets slip to the wayside.

As that thought lingered in my brain, I stood, placing my mug on a coaster, then retrieved my phone, writing in the title for this post and the italicized sentence at the beginning of this entry. I might be an early morning sort from way back, but pining for sunsets where I live is silly. Not pining, but lamenting I don't see them on a daily basis. Lamenting anything is, at my age (or any age truthfully) a...waste of time. That sounds harsh; I could have said silly, but I feel like I've already used silly in this post. (Um, yes, just a few sentences above, but my goodness I got up early this morning!) And even if I haven't, silly doesn't convey the depth I wish to relate. I didn't kick myself after this wild realization, I merely gazed at the getting lighter every second sky, then glancing to the south, finding the clouds slightly marring the eastern view weren't visible due the tree line, which isn't as invasive as the one on the western side of where we live. In fact, even clouds that managed to sneak above the southeastern treeline dissipated as they moved further south, going from subtle ribbons of marine-cloud wishes into wispy memories of said marine-clouds, until finally they vanished.

HAH! Take that marine layer!

Um, calm down there girl. No need to shout about such things when gratitude is the theme of this post, grace as well. And other memories, those of finishing an English paper-pieced sampler over six years ago. When I sat to write this, the photo below was on my screen saver. I perused albums, then found it, taking during the week of Valentine's Day back in 2020. Right before the Covid-shutdown shite hit everyone's fan. But (BUT!) before the shutdown, I managed to finish the quilt, give it to my eldest daughter, and I'd like to think that during those weeks and months of isolation she garnered some clue to how much I love her through said sampler quilt.

A shot of hand-quilting as I wrapped up the final touches on Jodi Godfrey's Seedlings Quilt. All photos in this post are from that quilt.

Kinda like me grasping how much God loves me through today's unexpected sunrise, and helping me to release yet one more bee in my bonnet. Sunsets are great, don't get me wrong, but they're not what I need to consider for my happiness. And regretting not getting to enjoy them is bogus when so much other beauty awaits.

Special thanks to Etty Hillesum for today's revelations..... 

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