Pascuum, E Lecto

This is an inside out post, one about daylight and movement of another sort, of investigating the reason to step forward, to be pulled arisen by the invisible magnet of curiosity, responsibility, and any other -ity you can suppose.  Get up, you Lazarine; face the canvas of living, and pull the colors together to form an image of interaction more vertical than horizontal.

Oh this brings me back to the days of getting my son out of bed during The Teen Years, when mumbles and lies were exchanged then elevated to threats.  Finality?  A short glass of cold water poured delicately into his Aquarian ear. A spoonful.  He never was angry, bless him all blinking and bed hair, understanding that getting him up required massive energy, and that I had to get to work as well.  It took over 45 minutes to raise the unconscious.  Now.  Now.  Get up, Buzz.  Up, c'mon boy!  You gotta get up, now.  NOW.  I. Will. Get. A. Glass. Of. Water. And. Pour. It. On. Your. Head.

Always, always give fair warning when liquids are involved.

Getting out of bed is harder to do during the darker mornings of a northern winter, especially when the outside air of the room is not as warm as the inside air under the covers.  I love wool blankets, their texture is pleasant and not slidey, they stay put.  Three is just right.  And a bed warmer that takes the chill off the mattress, on just long enough to give the effect that you are climbing into a nest of warm flannel, almost as good as sheets fresh out of the dryer.  Wait.  Oops.  Slid backwards, this is supposed to be about getting up, not going to bed.  Ahem.

But it is easier when the sunrise happens at a saner 5:30 a.m., and the birds are yelling their heads off; you notice it the most when you've been outside through the night, for the scenery slowly changes.  The black of midnight turns to a navy blue in which the natural world is grey, no colors yet.  Crepuscular.  Then it lightens even more and the stars disappear and the moon melts into the sky; morning noises are percolating, usually with robins being the first harbingers.  A glow in the east made with roses of brilliant pinks and gold announces Sol as the earth rotates into arrival position, leftover energy ever dispersing, spinning, from the beginning bang.  Sunrise.

Color, life, and morning greetings, whether human or not, create the first music that resonates and establishes an awareness of time, thus determining the tilt and shifting of the day.  Dog owners receive wet-nose-with-toy greetings and have no choice in any five-minutes-more nonsense.  For the rest of us, there is sleep in our eyes, we stretch and roll over.  But the sun.  It's an otherworld. Come participate, make life, come out of drowsy somnambulance, sleepwalker.  You're needed, a necessary part of the canvas in someone's life whether you know them or not.

I am not one to explode out of bed unless there is need, then I will be the first up and out.  Think you can beat me?  Oh ho, my feet are moving before breath exhales.  Become a parent, and you will understand.  But other than emergencies concerning alligators hiding under beds to eat children, it takes a while to click the 'on' switch.  Rising early, however, is a quiet treasure, even just to putter about the place.  Clink of cups, rattling spoons, feet on linoleum, are amply magnified as no other background noise interrupts.  You are ready for whatever the day brings.

So, get there.  Contribute.  Smooth a path, figure it out, bear a burden for the larger reward of knowing who you are, knowing that you did well with what you could.  Yet, what is this elf called Day, this ethereal grasp that we share in light?  No great secret.  It's love, plain and simple.  Love of this earth and most of the living things on it, and that includes people.  Not everyone; you don't have to love everyone, lord knows not all the pieces fit evenly; the commonality found in every corner of this planet, however, is the connection between each other and the adventure in learning that.  Reach back into memory, think of an accomplishment and how you felt that day, that moment; you are mirrored in every human face and yearning to become a part of a whole.  That's plenty of motivation.

The light of the sun lowers blood pressure and ten minutes of summer sun produces 10,000 international units of vitamin D.  In winter, if you live north of the 33.74 latitude, which is Atlanta, Georgia in the USA, the sun doesn't get high enough for the ultraviolet B rays that produce the vitamin to reach us, so supplement.  I'm not going to recommend a dosage, but look at the stats, 10,000 IU's in ten minutes, in contrast to the government advisory which claims 400 is plenty.

And you thought you would get through this post without a science lecture of some sort.  Ha.  Slipped one in on ya.

Be well, ascend, rise, meet the day with cheer.  I shall save the glass of water for the plants.  Peace and balance.