In Indian mythology, a half-human, half-bird creature is called a Kinnara. I often dream of flying, having the ability to see the world from the sky.
My morning ritual takes me outside to watch the sky lighten and the stars fade beside the pool. The water reflects the light and mirrors the constant changes of color as the sun emerges from behind Geyser Peak. The bees arrive to begin their day’s labor with a gentle hummm. Any moisture in the air reflect the changing light in a subtle color shift.
The dawn chorus is a symphony of bird calls on our ridge, changing with the seasons as the birds migrate through. The goddess has the gift of flight, able to capture air currents over the Alexander Valley. My Sun Goddess is worshiping the rising sun, with the face of my beloved. The golden rays tint the clouds. The moon and stars fade.
Sun rise is a new beginning for me. It brings up thoughts of life, intentions for the day ahead, and offers the light of optimism.
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