Today’s Awe

How very precious. I woke up at dawn, opened my window and saw a scene that instantaneously stunned me to tears. I usually squeal with excitement when I see something beautiful. Today I gasped. In awe.

I even found my hand slightly shaking as I took the photos as the sky rose up in front of me like the most spectacular silent fireworks display. Like a giant pink flumed peacock about to parade with pride. I was almost frozen to the spot – fixated in awe at such an astonishing fanfare to the beginning of the day. Easter Sunday.

Later, I felt compelled to actually look up the word ‘awe’ as I was so fascinated at how it had felt so powerfully in my body. It’s admittedly not something I get to feel every day.

“AWE – noun. an overwhelming feeling of reverence, admiration, fear, etc produced by that which is grand, sublime, extremely powerful, or the like.”

Today’s awe had certainly made me feel connected to what was right in front of me but in a way that also felt deeply humbling. Like it was trying to herald a humility. Inviting a mighty softening. An opening.

The same awe continued when I then noticed my first pink clematis had somehow sneaked into bloom overnight, something I’d been eagerly anticipating since I first moved here to Cargreen in Cornwall six months ago. Even my windowsill seeds I’d planted at the beginning of lockdown had also sprouted and sprinted forth overnight – with the apparent energy of an overexcited gazelle.

There just seemed to be this invisible but palpable rising force that appeared to so confidently know exactly what it was doing. Orchestrating an unfolding. A wakefulness. I suddenly felt weirdly safe. And in good hands.

It was as if nature was totally aware us humans were doing the whole Easter Day thing, as if it had decided to ramp up the music just to remind us it was now time to come out of the darkness, time to shed and shape new ways for living.

It was providing a powerful display of how to move forward – with an insistent invitation to embrace this natural beauty that both guides and walks alongside us. I was rapt.

Yet it also felt so deeply at odds with the world at present. The world that’s having to now contain itself. Having to hold back. It felt like we had become stuck in a strange tug of war pulling in opposite directions to the normal seasonal flow.

It also felt a touch incongruous to behold such majesty amidst the current immensely painful mayhem. I felt slighty guilty at the pleasure of noticing and even having the opportunity to soak up this glorious life force on a morning plate.

Then I reminded myself that beauty and pain often go hand in hand. And our challenge may always be about trying to find that necessary grace of balance to hold and feel those apparent opposites – to feel them fully as they come and as they go.

This morning’s awesome moment felt an important part of nature’s glorious plan to provide a way to nourish and resource myself so I could then go on to more easily look any of the tough stuff in the eye. So I could feel strengthened on that inevitably bumpy journey we are all navigating from sunrise to sunset.

So, as I looked out that window this morning I soon dropped any guilt and shrouded myself in the gorgeous glory of the awe. I reminded myself that reverent awe I find in a sunrise is also the same awe that fills me when I witness courage or kindness in others. The courage and kindness we are now seeing every day. And that same awe strikes me when I see love and compassion thrive in the face of suffering. It’s all around us just waiting to be felt.

I do believe that awe inducing moments have the power to blast us open into true remembrance of our deep and shared humanity. They are the very necessary fodder for our future. Especially now.

So, I reckon we all need to do whatever we can to grab hold of and share every awe inspiring moment that we and the world can marvellously muster… and I think this Facebook group is playing a rather perfect part in that mighty plan.

Thank you to all of you for the every day awe that you are inspiring ?

Debbie Geraghty is a passionate advocate for creativity and equality. An introduction to her activities is available here.

By Debbie Geraghty

Hailing from Scotland and now living in Cornwall, UK. A window gazing lover of river and clouds. A visual storyteller and wondering wanderer who tries to live deeply - but lightly.

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