Rising with the sun

Intiwan Wichqay

As the sun gently kisses the horizon, I find myself in quiet reverence, offering thanks for the gift of witnessing this sacred moment, a daily reminder that life is always beginning again.

Each morning I rise not just from sleep, but into remembrance of who I truly am, and who I came here to be before the world told me otherwise. The journey, I’ve come to understand, is not about becoming anything new, but about remembering the truth that has always lived within me.

There is a part of you, your soul that waits with infinite patience for the moment you, too, choose to remember.

The ancient land beneath your feet, rich with memory and wisdom, does not ask anything of you but to return to it, to come home to the place within you that has never been lost, only forgotten.

And so, as the golden light spills across the Earth, you are invited to walk the path that was always yours, the path that pulses in your blood, carried through countless lifetimes, all culminating in this breath, in this moment of awakening as the sun rises once more.

We all share the same origin, we all come from the Earth. No matter where we find ourselves, no matter the stories we have lived, we are, and always will be, of the same source.

In the stillness of the early morning, if you listen closely, you will hear the whispers of your soul. They do not shout, they do not rush but they are always there, calling you softly to return, to remember, to begin again.

Ask yourself gently: who is calling you home? What part of you is ready to be reclaimed?

You are the creator of your reality, and the canvas is yours to shape. You decide what today will hold. You decide what your life will look and feel like. And it begins now not in some far off future, but in this breath, this choice, this sunrise.

So plant your seed today, however small it may seem. Give it time. Water it with care. Let it grow slowly, organically. Remember, nature never rushes, and yet she achieves everything in her own divine rhythm. You are not separate from her, you are nature, too.

Give yourself permission to take your time. To unfold. To blossom into the full, radiant expression of who you are.

I offer thanks for all of it, for the warmth of the sun, for the calm of the moon, for the vastness of the ocean and the grounded strength of the mountain. I offer thanks for my loves, and for the quiet knowing that lives within me.

And now, I walk forward, placing my feet into the ancient footprints left behind, guided by something greater than words, a remembering that lives in the light of each new day.