Gratitude * Sunday
Sunday’s heartfelt tradition.
A time to slow down, to reflect, to be grateful.
A list of gratitudes, our gratefulness feeds one another.
Quoted from Taryn Wilson
Joining the Gratitude Sunday Tradition at Wooly Moss Roots.
Grass dry from sun’s heat
Radiant relentless beat
On receptive earth.
Bye, bye July! Hello, August! One more month of the year gone. Did you enjoy July’s blue moon Friday night, the second full moon in one calendar month? With Venus in retrograde it’s been a wild ride. Welcome to the dog days of summer, associated with the sunrise rising of Orion’s dog, the dog star Sirius, during August. I admit I don’t know much about planetary influences, but I am still learning new stuff every day. Planetary cosmic rays come to the earth as much as rays from the sun do. We obviously see and feel sun rays. And the moon is powerful enough to influence the ocean tides on this water planet of ours. Other cosmic rays are much more subtle, less visible, less tangible. Like they don’t give you sunburns for one.
I don’t tolerate the heat and sun so well any more. When I was a kid we played outdoors all day with never a worry. As a teenager I spent hours languishing in the sun, my body slathered with baby oil mixed with iodine to obtain that deep dark tan, or Hawaiian Tropic oil for that rich golden burnish the wealthy always had. Skin cancer was not a concern. You didn’t hear of it back then.
The sun is really magic to the human body, like how it creates vitamin D on your skin just from exposing your skin to its healing rays. It stimulates your eyes and your brain. This effect can make a feeling of well being in the human body. We all need that. In fact, moderate exposure to the sun can lower cholesterol and blood pressure, increase oxygen in your blood, build up your immune system , and help relieve depression.
Both my grandmothers spent their lives in the sun, farming, gardening, canning outdoors in outdoor kitchens so as not to heat up the house, and watching little children play in the sprinkler while the lawn was being watered. My grammy loved to fish and could out-fish us all. She spent many an hour in a boat with my dad in full sun. These women knew the ways of the sun. They went out early morning or late afternoon, never mid-day when the sun’s rays are most direct. They wore cotton blouses with long sleeves, long pants as well, and large brimmed hats. Think picture book hats. The clothing they had access to back then were all made of natural fibers, polyesters hadn’t been invented yet. These natural sun screens were used to protect their skin from burning in the sun. Burning is never good. You can tell because it hurts.
When did we become afraid of the sun? When the medical, pharmaceutical, and cosmetic industries stepped in and convinced us we needed to use sunscreen to protect us from the sun’s harmful rays. Bah. The sun is good. In moderation, of course. Did you know the incidence of skin cancer has increased exponentially since the advent of sun screen? I won’t use it. I use my grandmother’s methods, including staying in the shade when needed. Be aware too, some modern medications will cause a sensitivity to the sun and if you have to take one of these make sure you limit your exposure to the sun. And maybe question your need for that medicine.
Find a pretty long sleeve blouse of natural fibers so your skin can breathe through the material. Invest in a lovely wide brimmed hat. Skip the sunscreen and step outside. Apply a light oil for moisture retention and expose your skin. If you have a private yard space expose all your skin. Let the sun kiss you with its warmth and energize you with the radiance it supplies. Relish a few minutes every day if you can and welcome the golden healing rays of the sun.
Color Watch – blooming attractions in my neighborhoods this week – the exotic pom-pom pink blossoms of the mimosa tree; pale orange and magenta dahlia; pretty soft pink rose; creamy white, oh so fragrant star jasmine; and a sweet peachy rose.
Currently Reading – By Bread Alone (2004, fiction) by Sarah-Kate Lynch; Moody Bitches: The Truth About the Drugs You’re Taking, The Sleep You’re Missing, The Sex You’re Not Having, and What’s Really Making You Crazy (2015, socioendocrinology) by Julie Holland; Shakespeare’s Wife (2009, history) by Germaine Greer. Yes, concurrently.
This week I have been grateful for:
- Watering my outdoor plants on hundred degree days. Real shame the hem of my skirt gets wet.
- My nephew, my sister’s youngest son, whose birthday is, wait for it, today!
- Ibuprofen when I need it.
- Microwave heat packs.
- Ice packs in the freezer to sleep with in the heat.
- One of my scouts who earned his first merit badge with me as counselor, stopping by my place of work to tell me he’d made Eagle Scout. Looking forward to his Court of Honor.
- Boy Scouts of America changing their policies about leadership to allow leaders previously not allowed. Gender or sexual orientation should not even come into the discussion anymore. Predation and abuse is always a concern and the organization maintains strict background checks and two deep leadership for the protection of the boys and the adults. As it should be.
- A wealth of excellent newly published fiction.
- My pool pal coming to the rescue when my car broke.
- A sprinkle of rain this morning and the man walking down the street with his arms raised high up in the air like a supplicant welcoming the water from the sky.
Hoping you have a lovely week.
Namaste. Peace. Blessings.
Floral ribbon border by Laurel Burch