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A Purple Sunrise

Our morning sky has literally been on fire…completely stunning. I wish I had a passenger with me during a recent morning drive, just to take pictures of the horizon to the east. I’ll do my best to try to explain it to you.

Okay, let me walk you through this. In lieu of a picture, let your mind meld into my description, but first, clear your mind…..now close your eyes….do you have them closed??

HA!! Show of hands!!!! How many of you actually closed your eyes? But seriously, I wish you could close your eyes and still read this post. It does help with imagery. Come with me, and experience my morning.

So, you’re walking out your door, and there is darkness all around you.

Glancing upwardly, you see a vague bluing on the horizon, indicating that the sun is awakening, and starting to rise. Turning your head slightly east, the warmth of pink, orange and yellow have begun to sneak through the spaces in the sky that the tall trees have agreed to share (oh, and our power pole….but I don’t really see that 🙂 .)

As you leave for that day’s work, excitement fills your mind. You ponder the masterpiece that awaits you, as you approach the open horizon of your flatter scaped neighboring farms. The beauty of the sunrise is never disappointing. The Master Painter, creates an astonishing symphony of colors, shades, and textures…new every morning. You realize that, oddly enough, you are thankful for your morning drive out of town….that this time on the road is much more than mundane travel. It is a visit to the largest canvas ever painted.

I cannot capture the brilliance of the scene.

Moment by moment, color is encroaching, and the sky is a smoldering fire anticipating the fullness of it’s flame. All of a sudden, the horizon has opened revealing ….. a fleeting creation that speaks to one’s soul. The eastern mountain range presents itself in the opaqueness of a deep blackish-bluish-grey. A lighter grey, fluffy, ribbon sprawls horizontally across the base of the mountains, yet an intermittent, lighter ribbon dots across that same range in a slightly higher position. As your eyes move up through the darkness, complete awe fills your mind….your eyes have landed upon the majestic silhouette of one of the many volcanoes that watch over the entirety of the Willamette Valley and beyond.

A bright light appears, outlining the volcanic mountain range, and just above it, the brilliance of the sunrise reaches forth presenting in yellow, into orange, into deep reddish orange, into the darkest hue of pink, melding into a deep, dark red which very quickly turns to a sonnet of purple hues that reaches, literally, into every orafis of one’s heart, mind, body, and soul. In the silence of the sunrise, the Creator, Jehova, loudly pronounces His majesty. I am in complete awe, and gladly paying close attention to His dramatic proclamation. My day is now in motion.

Little by little, the sun has arisen. The beauty of the early morning has waned, yet there is great anticipation….tomorrow, there is another sunrise!!

A sunrise from the past…..since I can’t take one of the future..LOL!

Thank you for visiting my beautiful Oregon today. Although we left the forest to experience a larger piece of the Pacific Northwest, I hope you found something beautiful to take with you.

Please have a wonderful Sunday!!

Your friend from Oregon,

Tami

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Morning Sunrise

I’ve taken a bit of an absence from writing lately, a time to clear my head of old thoughts and to see if there is still room for new ideas. That step away brought a type of solitude, an inward look into the entire last three years raising questions in my mind.

I have been missing my home of 22 years,

So many beautiful memories made in that house.

and the San Francisco Bay Area…the place of my entire existence up until our big move three years ago. To say that I never look back would be completely untrue. Something usually strikes a chord in me, however, bringing me back to this place.

As I sit here drinking my coffee and watching the morning sunrise,

I am taken by the unique beauty that is all around me. The sun’s light rises in the east, yet casts its first warmth on the western hills behind us slowly erasing the shadows of the night.

The diurnal wilds of the forest are awakening, yet the nocturnal are taking their last look around within the shadowy places. I know this because I hear the “hoot-hooting” of an invisible owl to whom I am probably well in focus, yet to me remains stealthily hidden.

A cacophony of birds, all different in their song, resounds in the background, the foreground, all around me. The neighboring farms are awakening with sounds of crowing, braying, gobbling, quacking, and the ever present, “Hey, I’m laying an egg here” repeated clucking of hens giving of their provisions.

I may have left my heart in the San Francisco Bay Area (seriously, this is true),

but my soul finds peace in this little slice of Oregon. Well, actually, my soul finds peace in Christ, but as I look around me, the brilliance of the Creator envelops my very being. That is what has drawn me to this place from the beginning…I see God’s handiwork all around me, and in that there is great peace, contentment, and a huge desire to be here…to be right here!