By Chiqui Raveloski
Sunrise has always captivated my curiosity. There is something about it that I cannot explain. It’s breathtaking, yet unclear. On some days, rain and clouds hides its beauty for us to see. But, rain stops eventually, giving sunrise a chance to give hope for those who seek new beginning, new life. Sunrise speaks to you in a language only you can understand. It plays music to those who are willing to listen.
Sunrise has always captivated my curiosity. There is something about it that I cannot explain. It’s breathtaking, yet unclear. On some days, rain and clouds hides its beauty for us to see. But, rain stops eventually, giving sunrise a chance to give hope for those who seek new beginning, new life. Sunrise speaks to you in a language only you can understand. It plays music to those who are willing to listen.
My fascination for the enigmatic effect of the sunrise
stemmed from when I was a little girl. I have mentioned in my blog before that
my earliest memory as a child was when I was 5 years old back in the
Philippines. My grandmother used to take
me walking by the beach, to breath deeply of the salt water air and listen to
the sea gulls, while enjoying her presence. I remember always looking for where
the sun would rise, wondering how it got there and why does it have to set at
the end of the day.
Little did I know that my wandering mind as a child would
come back and proceed to give me clarity in a magical way. This sounds so
immature yet, I find peace knowing that I somehow made a connection from the
past to the present.
I have decided that one of my planned activities for this
vacation was to take an early beach walk to watch the sunrise. I wanted to take
photographs and capture the magical moment as it occurred. Then, it all came to
me the moment my plan came into
fruition.
I stood there, patiently waiting for the sun, and the
only thing I could think of was when I was five years old. It almost felt like my
grandmother was with there with me all over, looking at me and the direction to
where the sun would rise.
Maybe, just maybe, back then, my grandmother was trying to
tell me that the sun will always rise from that direction and I need to see it.
Learn to admire its grace and splendor, yet respect its authority , absorb its
powers, and always remember that the sun will always rise.
Maybe my grandmother wanted me to appreciate nature and the
joy it brings even at an early age. And if joy does overcome, then, let it be. Maybe she knew something, none of
us knows. Maybe, in her own actions, she wanted to tell me that everything will
be alright.
It’s amazing how sunrise can take you through a sea of emotions.
For the few minutes the sun peeked through the horizon and settled its position
way up in the sky, I began to reflect on my life. Everything seemed to connect
as I watched the sun's glorious rays shine through.
It reminded me of the sunny day I arrived in America 27
years ago, the sunny day my husband and I went on our first date and I rode the
roller coaster for the first time (thanks, honey), the sunny day on October 19,
1996 when my daughter was born, and the sunny day in May 2008 when I graduated
nursing school.
The prism of colors the sun reflected through the sea and my
surroundings reminded me of my colorful career as a nurse. Nursing has been an
instrumental part of my life as I have learned so much about myself. Not only
did I learn my strengths and weaknesses, but also learned more about humanity
in its purest form.
Each patient, that came through my life as a nurse had
taught me more about compassion, determination, and patience. Some are more
memorable than others, and some you'd really rather forget about. Yet, each
patient is unique in their own ways.
Like the sunrise, patients can become our source of energy,
inspiration, drive, and conviction. They make us wonder and look for answers
using the nursing process. And on some pivotal moment, when a non verbal and bedridden
patient looks in your eyes, like the sunrise, this patient can communicate with
you in a language only you as a nurse can understand. And you do what you need
to do because you are willing to embrace humanity. These are the caring moments
that cannot be measured by any means.
One thing is for certain, when the sun rises, it will set at
the end of the day. Only because the sun will need to rise on the other side of
the globe and share its beauty. The lesson I learned from this is we need to
share and pass on the good deeds we have acquired in our lives. Respect, love,
and honor one another
I loved the connections you made in your post. I too am fascinated and in love with the morning sunrise - so full of magic, mystery and promise.
ReplyDeleteI lived on St. John, USVI for seven years. The first place I lived was perched high with an eastern view. I rose early and times past numbering, I watched the sun rise out of the ocean. The first red crescent breaking the ocean's rim, slowly transforming into fiery fullness and majestic ruler of the day.
I always smile.
That sounds beautiful, Rebekah. It made me smile too. Thank you. Take care.
ReplyDeleteThis is absolutely beautiful! Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteThere's so much beauty all around us.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much.