Good Morning! Merry Sunshine!

Good Morning Sunshine! Do you remember this?

How many of you remember this song? I learned it during grammar school. It is still stuck in my head. I am not sure who wrote it.

Good Morning, Merry Sunshine! A little song.

Good Morning Merry Sunshine!

Good morning, Merry Sunshine! How do you wake so soon?
You’ve frightened all the stars away and shined away the moon.
I saw you go to sleep last night before I stopped my playing.
How did you get way over there and where have you been staying?

I never go to sleep, Dear Child, I just go round to see
The little children of the East who rise and watch for me.
I waken all the birds and trees and flowers on my way,
And then, come back to see the child who stayed out late to play.

~The End~

Each day when I got up as a child I looked outside to see where the sun was after learning this catchy tune. It did come up in the same spot on the horizon every day! I thought a lot about both, the sun and the moon. They were often the topic in songs or poems, and we did have astronauts going into space for the first time then.

In our childhood, we develop such infinities, for other things not just for the sun and moon.

Yet, watching for them___ the moon especially until I fell asleep at night. I had a companion to watch over me. Out there was this big bright night light that left the room brighter. It kept me up longer and I would listen to the noise of the house. I would look out the window to see if anything came into view. I studied the shadows of the lilacs, my father’s car, my favorite paths into the flower beds that led me to a granite slab; here I could be hidden and read. The lilacs were a huge, very old kidney-shaped mass, and there were clear paths into what I saw as small rooms. Here I played. Beside the lilacs stood two yellow transparent trees. An old canvas hammock swung in between; a rectangle that closed completely, It had a small hole and when the sun was just right it became a pinhole camera. Imagine being a kid and then looking at the wall of your enclosure, seeing the outside upside down on the opposite wall! I would not know what this was until much later in life.

Later, I learned the sun and moon goddesses, I was hooked on the stories, and my love for them went even deeper! I loved Ol’Sol , the sun even more, and Luna, the moon. I loved their connection to Gaia the earth mother whose rich soil taught me I had invisible roots that would grow down, deep into if I did not wear shoes especially. I would dig my toes into the earth even into my teenage years. I would lay on my stomach looking deeply into the grass until I found dirt. There is a whole universe near the soil of bugs and other things. My brother and I spend hours digging for the other side of the world at one point in time or to find treasures. Our imaginations are set into motion.

We humans rely on the moon, the sun, the stars, and the earth. All are life-giving. I am always in awe. When I look up into the sky I wonder of portals___if that is where we go when we die into another realm where we no longer need the body we have. I have seen the gray mist come from someone newly dead. I knew someone too that had an out-of-body experience and came back. She said it was beautiful and did not want to come back. She was so excited to go when she did pass, that after days of no responses, she rallied and said, “Ok!” Let’s go! In an excited voice. Then returned to her still state. She looked up a bit then. We all look to the sky at times. This is where heaven is for many of us, and for many people in the past. Is out there our place of origin? I think it is possible. I do not think we are alone in the universe. I wonder has some other little girl or boy learned to love the sun and moon? Did she do as I did? Are her sun and moon different?

Each night brings a new day! A new beginning where we can try, and try again. I say embrace each day! Rainy days are not so gloomy if you realize they wash the world and make it brighter! We navigate by both sun and moon over the earth and its vast waters, through the landscapes, because these things are consistently there. There would be no life if we did not have all of this!

We have stories that explain how it all came into being. There is a fascination, I wonder about the heavens, I think about how small humans are in comparison. I wonder about the role we play while here on earth. And if we could not live differently.

I believe we are a part of a whole, that there are these unseen but felt energetic connections. I believe we are attached to something very ancient and it has a huge heart that beats for all mankind; it is in our place of origin. I think of it as the universe, a big membrane that encloses us. I believe our soul belongs to it, that it is full of energy we call life force. I think it makes us feel connected to others.

I feel that people who die are not truly gone, they go back to spirit. They are on to the next thing. I have heard people say, “Well, I will know what is next when I die if there is more. Out-of-body experience interests me. There is more to life, we are curious creatures. As a child, I felt connected to the earth. I felt the wind blowing the grass was giving me happiness, laughter! Like a wise Buddha, it laughed at me when I was angry, and I would turn my back on it only to think on why I was being angry, that something was funny? About my reason for being mad? What? Sometimes I would see why I did not have to feel as I did. I would go into the woods out back and lay on this large moss bed, Poplar trees grew all around it. I would listen to the clattering of the leaves. I told myself they were happy to see me! I could feel the bottom of my feet extending roots down into the earth, and I would pretend to fly into the blue above. I watched the clouds and they would become something more than clouds. Most of all I felt a part of something much bigger.

Pejj Nunes 9/24/2021

By Pejj Nunes

I live in Southern Maine. I am the owner of Anisette Studios. My website is Here you can view and purchase Shibui, sign up for my newsletters, blog, and read articles about Shibui Found Image Art. Patrons get great deals several times a year and special items at times. My site makes it easy to contact me. My primary art form is Shibui Found Image Art. Shibui begins with action art and stems from the imagination. It is like seeing something in the clouds or solving a puzzle. Its creative process has its own rules and requires what I call reverse engineering due to a lack of an understructure and purely out of the imagination. In addition to those who patron me, my target groups are those who use art therapy. I will soon be teaching live. Contact me if you would like to learn live. I use Zoom. I request that although my art, other images, and what I write is now published by me here on WordPress; I do ask you do not to use my artwork, poetry, or the information about Shibui Found Image Art without my permission. I am quite available to make such requests. I wish to share the following: The existentialist philosopher Simone de Beauvoir wrote a book called The Ethics of Ambiguity. In it, she lays out a guiding ethic in response to the philosophy of existentialism. It might be somewhat familiar to you already. She writes, “To will oneself free is also to will others free. This will is not an abstract formula. It points out to each person concrete action to be achieved.” Best wishes to all! Have good times and keep safe! Pejj

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