to bear witness
A sunset rocked me. It was not an obligatory; “i may never see the dark spill over jerusalem again so I will soak in every second” moments. It was simply one of those skies that startled me. Unexpectedly rattled me to my core. A landscape splashed with a golden rose, impossibly magical hue, which only presents itself when we need it most. The movement of the clouds blended with layer upon layer of fantastic colors, making it appear as though the curvature of the earth lay just beyond the trees.
For a moment all I felt was small. There was no list of work to accomplish. No worries about my grandmother’s pain. No guest list to write or wedding to plan. It was just the feeling of the cool September evening air flowing in and out of my lungs and an overwhelming happiness that I am here. To see all of the beauty and feel all of the pain. To bear witness to wonders, both great and awful.