Diary of a Sunflower: 15 August, Year 3

The diary entries are extracts from my spiritual journey, going back about twenty years.

No, I tell you this because I was told to tell it – by what you might call ‘ a higher authority’ – and truth is, the thought of how to tell it has taxed me for so many years.

Miss Garnet’s Angel, Sally Vickers

15 August, I think that is what day it is – but to be quite honest, I’m not entirely sure! I will ask my companion tomorrow. 

This morning we were out walking “on the path of life”, both of us wearing our boots, and we stopped to watch the sunrise – it was amazing! red, gold, orange, yellow, coming out of the darkness. It started to rain then, and we held our arms out wide and turned our faces up to it. I said: 

It’s raining.

I know.

JC replied. I said:

You’re wet.

I know. Isn’t it great?

And we were laughing together. The birds started singing again and the animals came out once it had stopped. The trees were juicy and dripping and green. The point? Light after darkness in the sunrise – resurrection after death: tears in the rain at arms held out in the crucifixion, the greatest thing that ever happened. And after the rain? Everything washed clean and life being lived and refreshed. No wonder we were laughing! 

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