“The Lord’s Day,” we call it. As if for those of us who believe that God is First Creative Cause—every day isn’t? But, let it remain. Today is the Lord’s Day. 

My day’s neighborhood consists of a series of dock slips in Sidney, B.C.  A ba-jillion boats, from twenty feet to twenty-plus-a-hundred, are held tight by lines and are tight to one another. 

When I consciously stepped into this day I was captured by a massive, unleashed, orange orb rising in the East (ha, ha, ha - like Sun “rises”). And my concept of “neighborhood” got stretched (because as I shed sleep I was thinking, “This is the Lord’s Day”).

Ah. That Orb. It belongs to a much greater neighborhood, about which I know little but enough to be in awe.

Dark Forces, Gravitational waves, Space-Time, Black Holes, Space noise we can’t hear (thank goodness - the vibration from the Frig here on PineAweigh is enough), galaxies galore, our own galaxy a 100,000 light-years across, our nearest neighbor, Andromeda, 2.5 million light-years away,  and we measure a future for all this in googolplexes (and who can count googols on toes or fingers?)

Here’s what I love about Sun: it recklessly tosses heat and light without caring whether the recipients of those things are deserving. Silly little star, Sun, just gives and gives what its got.

So on this Day, on my way from sleep to coffee, if this is “the Day the Lord made,” I am, as the biblical verse recommends, “glad in it.”