When I was a boy, it was an old Father in our village who told the story. "We used to walk to the Sun. We would bring back gifts for the grain. Everyone was happy. Today, no one walks to the Sun. No one tends the grain. No one is happy."
Lately, I understand that it was not the actual Sun in the sky of which he spoke. It was that shining place in the soul that lets us know how to do what is right.
I’m taking a walk to the Sun; want to come along?