Wednesday, December 2, 2020
There’s light in the sky, as we saw early this morning from the patio (above), and there’s light inside us, which shines with the same endlessness and see-sawing as we see in the natural world. At 5:05 a.m., the light in the sky was just the shining moon surrounded by darkness, but at 6:35 a.m., the rising sun was causing some passing clouds to shimmer – and I notice somewhat similar shifts in the light inside my 0ld and happy life. Sometimes it seems like night inside me, with almost no sense of who exactly I am or where I am going or what is real and not real. However, this doesn’t worry me, just like squirrels are not worried by nighttime darkness, knowing that sunshine always returns. I have slowly learned that the light of life is as changeable – and as reliable – as the light in the sky, and I try to trustingly wait, like a squirrel, as the light inside me slowly transforms into a new kind of brightness. It always does. Sorrow slowly disappears into the daybreak of understanding, and fear reshapes itself into the first light of affirmation. Always. It’s the way light works.