My annoying little alarm clock began ringing at 6am this morning. I didn’t want to miss the sunrise for “Capture Your Grief“, but I also have no idea what time the sun actually rises these days so I set it early just in case. Hubby took the day off today and about 3 times after it reminded me that I still wasn’t out of bed, he turned toward me a bit confused, since I normally wake up with Bubby around 7. I hit snooze once again and drifted off for a few more minutes.
At around 6:40 I slid out of the comfort of my bed and threw on some flip flops.
The cold morning breeze startled my toes, but the change in the climate was refreshing. Like a brisk good morning. In that moment I felt so thankful to Carly for organizing this worldwide event. I got to experience not just any sunrise, but a beautiful, brisk – the first of many – cool sunrises.
As I tracked across our dew-dripped grass to take a picture over our fence to meet the sun’s opening eye, the power behind this photo challenge settled deep in my bones. The truth is everything changes after loss. Sunrises aren’t just pretty things that happen everyday, they are like windows for miracles, a marking of a new beginning, a chance for a better, brighter day.