Add to the list of things done this week: sunrise walk. I was awake from 4:30 anyway, so got up around six, got dressed and made coffee to take out in my flask. First day of lockdown, but there were quite a few people on the streets and at the beach – joggers, dog walkers, and the regular wild swimmers. I sat in my usual place to drink my coffee, then walked down to the waves’ edge to watch the sun come up behind the bank of cloud low over the sea. Walked along the beach and through the Rose Garden, then through the gardens behind the natural history museum (surprised to find the gates open so early). Nowhere to stop for breakfast, so I was home before eight – which meant that I thought maybe I should still write.
I did take a notebook and pen out with me, by the way, but didn’t feel inclined to write anything on the beach. Didn’t do much of anything really, just sat and walked and watched for the first appearance of the spot on the horizon where the light came through a crack in the clouds.
Being there is important. Getting there doesn’t always feel that easy. The urge has to be followed when it arises.
I wrote something at bedtime last night – onto my phone, so I wouldn’t forget. This is it: ‘I have to keep reminding myself that, although fundamentally nothing ever really changes, some days, hours, moments are better than others, so I have to believe that those are worth hanging on for’.
It’s a privilege to be able to get up in the morning and walk to the beach in time to see the sun rise over the sea. It never gets boring – god knows how many photos I’ve taken of it over the last five years since I moved here. But the motivation isn’t always there. Today, for some reason I can’t explain, it just felt like the obvious thing to do. But most mornings are not like that.
Being on the south coast, it’s possible to see both the sunrise and the sunset over the sea, but I’m not usually out for the latter.
Granny Weatherwax has something to say about sunrises, but I can’t remember exactly what. I think it’s in reply to being asked what she believes in, and she says: ‘sunrises mostly’ or words to that effect. Which just reminded me of some good advice given to me years ago by one of my first meditation teachers: ‘if you’re still breathing, there’s more right with you than wrong’. If the sun rises, there’s more right with the world than wrong. Another breath, another day, another spring and summer to come (eventually).
I still haven’t quite got back to cause and effect, destiny and fate, Taoism and whatever else I’m always on the brink of mentioning. Today might have been a good opportunity for that. But there’ll always be another sunrise to walk towards.
