Living in London for the past two years has meant I haven't seen all too many sunrises or sunsets, as the sky is usually covered in grey clouds. When I did happen to catch a sunset, it almost always blew me away. The colors in the sky, the glow of the city skyline, the fleeting nature of being able to witness those moments between light, twilight, and dark.
Something my sister posted on facebook yesterday caught my eye and attention. She had posted a gorgeous picture of a Sydney sunset, captioned it with "sunset report," and tagged a few of her friends. The idea of checking in with a lovely sunset, observing the end of daylight hours, and reveling in the loveliness of something as everyday as a sunset is a pretty profound meditation. And without getting too existential, meditating on the fact that we are on a life-supporting rock rotating around a giant ball of gas is fairly phenomenal.
What moments of magic can we find in the everyday? How can we use the everyday to support a regular meditation practise?
I would love to hear your thoughts.