Living in the Pacific northwest of the US, the sun is not a regular visitor.  Sure, during the summer months it can actually get hot–for a day or two here and there.  But the lovely gray clouds and soft nourishing drizzle are the norm.  It keeps the moss soft.

Thus I am deficient in vitamins from sunlight.  I have never been fond of the unencumbered sun.  A blistering burn as a youth left its mark on me that that harsh light and heat was not friendly to my delicate porcelain skin (aka cheap Irish skin).  From that time on I’ve stayed in the shadows and fed off that cool shade.

Now I’m off to the desert and, coincidently, urged to let the sun flow into me, rouse me, energize me, heal me and balance me.  Making friends with the alpha energy, eating the yellow to make healing green, allowing the heat of the Radiant One to draw me like a magnet.  Running down the sunny path of heaven.