For two out of the three years I was at the University of St Andrews, I got up at five-thirty on May Day morning and went out to swim in the sea pool. It was freezing, full of seaweed but with a tremendous atmosphere as several hundred hardies milled around. At the time I never thought of it being a continuation of a pagan ritual. I suppose I think of it like that today because it is a Sunday.
It never did improve my complexion by the way, or is that washing one's face in the dew?
My thought for today is that Sunday is about expressing thankfulness and rejoicing in God's creation. And that does not depend upon how we are feeling at any particular moment. It is more about learning over the years to be aware of who we are and the part we play in the world, simply because we acknowledge something of who God is and his love.