This morning I attended a secret meeting.
I left my house, and drove through my deserted tone at 5 a.m. No one was on the streets. Ever drive through your town only to wonder why all the traffic lights are not permanently green?
I drove into the industrial park setting of town, passing by slumbering places of business to my left, silent residences to the right. I drove up a long, winding road to the building on the hill. There were a few cars there in the parking lot.
I grabbed a dollar out of my wallet and entered the building, which was ablaze with activity inside.
And so it was that I joined the Cult of the Rising Sun.
I was surprised at how friendly everyone was, from the lady I gave my dollar to in order to get a bottle of water, to the beefy guy who held the door for me before getting into his electrician’s truck as I left the Cult.
I walked, I ran, and I sweated. My legs hurt, and I had to walk slowly down the steps from the cardio deck.
All the while I had this thought:
“This here is a group of people who are pursuing health for different reasons, but all of them are engaged in the active practice of extending their lives on this planet.”
We in the holistic community also study in order to gain these things and bring them to others. There are many pathways. But I am happy to be a member of multiple communities: Reiki, psychology…
And now, the Cult of the Rising Sun.