My Own Sun

“Che bella cosa na jurnata ‘e sole, n’aria serena doppo na tempesta!
Pe’ ll’aria fresca pare gia’ na festa . . . Che bella cosa na jurnata
‘e sole.”

“What a beautiful thing, a sunny day. The serene air after a thunderstorm!
The fresh breezes banish the heavy air . . . What a beautiful thing, a
sunny day.”

We should be happy when our lives follow our intentions. We should
always respect the way we manifest the kind of energy we put out into
the world. I put my sun out into the world.

I’ve always been happy that my birthday is during the same month as
Thanksgiving; a day we specifically set aside to be thankful for
family, friends and emotional wealth.

How can I not be grateful for all that I’ve been given? I have my
health, the opportunity to see my family next month for Christmas and
a challenging, rewarding job that is teaching me so much. I have
awesome new friends here and loving, loyal friends back in New
Hampshire. I have a man of integrity and character in my life who
cares about me, and whom I care for very much.

I love this day. Because I can’t have all my closest friends with me
tomorrow, I wanted to thank them here.

And let my sun shine in your face.

MY OWN SUN (O Sole Mio)

What a beautiful thing, a sunny day.
The serene air after a thunderstorm!
The fresh breezes banish the heavy air…
What a wonderful thing a sunny day.

But another sun,
that’s brighter still
It’s my own sun
that’s in your face!
The sun, my own sun
It’s in your face!
It’s in your face!

Shining is the glass from your window;
A washwoman is singing and bragging
Wringing and hanging laundry and singing
Shining is the glass from your window.