Allowing the Sun to Find Us

Allowing the Sun to Find Us  

As I wake up in my Helpx place on the sixth morning, I sense the sun rising on the living room side of the house.  

I open the metal blinds, get dressed, and ponder whether to shower first or not. Eventually, I make my way to the kitchen to prepare a pot of tea, a cup of coffee, and my essential lemon water.  

These days, I’ve started to let go of old structures—the rigid routines of a yogi life and the constant overthinking about what’s “healthy.” I’ve learned to flow with life, weaving in the smart habits without turning them into rules. It feels freeing.  

Aquarius and Pluto retrograde seem to be ushering in softer ways of being. I’m focusing more on beauty and the simple joys that make life enjoyable.  Its going to be around for 20 years.. so enough time to bring in the joy and beuaty we all seek and deisre. 

Even my morning routine feels less routine. As I prepare for the day, my mind drifts to thoughts of purpose and earning a living. Maybe I could open a medical center for the elderly or those with disabilities? The idea feels warm, like the sun slowly rising behind the building, warming the clothes on the line and chasing away the night’s cold.  

But part of me doesn’t allow myself to get hyped up about it. I cautiously take time, put the idea away, and wait. I talk to myself about my host and why I’m here. It feels like we both need each other in this moment.  

He needs someone to clean up and bring in a healthy sense of life and self-respect after his divorce two years ago. But he puts himself down, calling himself dumb, though it’s far from the truth. Yesterday, I saw him with his kids, and the man was beautiful as a dad—kind, gentle, and present.  

And me what do I need? I need courage. The courage to finally do the big thing I promised myself I would, to stop hesitating and take small steps toward a big goal. What’s the worst thing that could happen? A voice asks both me and him. *That I fail and they laugh at me,* I think. But then the voice answers, *So you’ll get up and laugh back.*  

“Okay,” I say to myself. “Let’s work on a plan.”  

My heart goes out to those in the Netherlands who dream of warmer climates in their old age. Maybe there’s something I can create for them. The thought rings in my heart, and I get up to take a shower. I know my mind will keep working on it.  

As the warm water washes over me, I ask for blessings from God and from others to help make it work. *Let’s employ our network,* I think. *It has power. It can help make people’s dreams come true.*  

Allowing the sun to find us—no matter how challenging our circumstances—always works. Thank you, Master Sun.  

These days, I find myself turning my attention back to the Earth. Spain feels empty somehow. Yesterday, my host shared an observation: three-quarters of the land here is arid, and many people leave for the big cities, chasing material wealth.  

So, I’ve started a small ritual: paying attention to Mother Earth, offering good wishes to the land and its people. The Earth needs us to give something back, even in small ways.  

What are you doing this Monday to give back to the Earth?