It is a day in which it is not fitting that salvation be idle, so that you may speak of that heavenly day that has no night and of the sun that does not set because it is perfect. Say then in your heart that you are this perfect day and that in you lives the light that does not fail. The Gospel of Truth

Every autumn morning at sunrise you can pretty much find our five horses in this upper corner of the paddock. This is the sweet spot that the sun hits first, where they can soak up the first rays of the day. The ground up here is filled with black coal, from the ATS&F steam engines that used to run on the track above us. It drinks up the sunshine like a sponge.

Sometimes I get the feeling that the horses are celebrating the dawn in their quiet, equine way. Sometimes I wonder why we don't greet the sun with banners and drums and songs each and every morning.

Isn't it a miracle? The red orb rising up over the horizon. The way it caresses your face.

I would have made a great pagan. (Well, maybe deep down I am.)

This beautiful song is by Rolf Harris. My husband grew up listening to Australian music as his mother had quite an extensive collection. Gotta love it. My grade-school kids adore his music. I suspect yours would too.