Sunset, also known as sundown, is the daily disappearance of the Sun below the horizon due to Earth’s rotation. As viewed from the Equator, the equinox Sun sets exactly due west in both Spring and Autumn.
Someone once noticed that I have many pictures of sunsets in my photography collection and I must admit, I can never resist stopping to look at a beautiful sunset wherever I am.
I was looking through my photographs recently and realised I had hundreds of pictures relating to sunsets. I think the stunning beauty nature brings us is always awe inspiring but why do I find myself so moved by sunsets?
‘You know, when one is sad, one can get to love a sunset’ Antoine De Saint
I believe it is because it takes me beyond my physical dimension. There is peace and silence. I sense that time stops and maybe there is even an understanding of eternity. Dormant spirituality is awakened. How can such beauty be transient? I can feel the enormity of creation, and see the breath-taking colour palette laid before me.
When we stand in peace and stillness , we can let go of any pain, anger, fear or sadness, at least for a while. We can take a breath, renew our thoughts and know that the sun will rise again tomorrow.
‘Every sunset brings the promise of a new dawn’. Ralph Waldo Emerson
When you’ve had a challenging day look outward instead of inwards….
And just to show the sun does rise again…a beautiful sunrise taken from my back garden:
This week I said goodbye to my beloved father. I loved him dearly and miss him very much.
I have been lucky to have been embraced by my wonderful family and friends and the love between us all has been incredible.
We try and cope with life’s sadnesses as best we can, and when times are really bleak we can be truly touched by acts of kindness from ordinary, yet extraordinary people.
From the young guy in the coffee shop who, on learning of my trouble, rushed over with a piece of cake and a kind word and told me to call in anytime I felt like I needed a chat, to the elderly and infirm neighbours of my dad’s who struggled out to pay their respects; to the guys next door who I have only just got to know and who embraced me with a loving hug when I was standing in the road in tears; and to the countless people on the end of the phone lines who didn’t know me, but did their best when I was trying to sort out paperwork, and to the lady who served my dad at the post office counter every week and who referred to him as a perfect and kindly gentleman, my spirits have been truly lifted.
For anyone else going through a bereavement, my thoughts are with you.
A very good friend sent me this message:
‘Maybe we feel we lose, but this is only in our perception. Nothing gets lost, it just changes form. I am with you’.
As the sun goes down in one part of the world, it rises in another.