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8/27/2018 1 Comment golden hour(s)my mom & sisters & i am wholeheartedly convinced the best hour to be at the ocean is during “golden hour,” or at around five o’clock when the sun starts to cool down & turn a deep orange & the waves seem to hush & crash slower & the sand settles as families funnel off the beach for dinner & the seagulls soar above us, content & indifferent. we crave this hour & all that comes with it & when it does come, we celebrate its every moment.
& this got me thinking : what if we pursued every hour of our lives as golden hour? what if we saw every day as not just another day, but as a sequence of golden hours that are constantly unfolding radiance & a peculiar kind of beauty that is unique only to this day? what if we saw each of our hours today through the lens of gold & as an invitation to live spent & courageous & always, always hopeful? what if we dared to see the magic in it all? i’m still in the space of figuring out exactly what i mean by this & how to live it out practically, but i think it starts by using our minutes to reflect on how we want to be remembered & live forward from that. i want to be the kind of person who points out the tie-dyed sky to a stranger in the parking lot & the kind of person who stops to admire a little girl twirling her dress around in a coffee shop, then tells her how beautiful & smart & courageous she is & the kind of person who thanks the man who puts my shopping cart away after he put away hundreds before mine & the kind of person who believes the best in people & the kind of person who lives like light, every golden hour of this day. because today is here & it’s happening regardless & i’ve had to tell myself that a dozen times just in the past week because otherwise i’d let frustration & discontentment drown out my gratitude & sometimes i found it already had, but there’s always a second chance to begin again & i’d rather choose to see every hour as golden instead of as anything less than that. i want us all to believe that there’s treasure right here in front of our eyes & it’s right now that holds a rare grace that’s just waiting to be basked in. life is full of golden glow, but i also know that some (if not most) hours are downright hard & not so golden & i think it’s ok to admit that & be in that space for however long we need to be & recognize we’re not alone in it & tell each other that. we shouldn’t call our dark hours what they’re not, but i also believe we can always find the golden shards poking through our dark hours, like seashells glistening under soft sand & the golden hour sky, revealing that regardless of what we face, there’s always a grace to discover in the midst of it.
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Sue Gaechter
8/27/2018 02:38:19 pm
Bethany, as always, beautifully said! When you mentioned the dark hours, it reminded me of the poem The Weaver. It states that the dark threads are as needful in the Weaver's skilful hand, as the threads of gold & silver in the pattern which He planned.
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