For one who cannot see to drive in the dark, the depth of darkness held my breath as strong as my hands held the steering wheel. My eyes trying desperately to scan the roadside for deer, elk, gazelles, bear, and yes, the road itself……
When your journey begins in the dark, the moon becomes the sun. And are they both not the same loving and life giving gaze whispering, “I am here”?
Anthropologists, historians, and others have long compared the fierceness of dark experienced by early humans compared to the fortress of light we live in today. Even without the multitude of fluorescent lights shining, there is always the pervasive neon glow of our…..
Oh that the image could capture what I saw and how it startled me so. About to close the curtains and say good night to the day, I felt myself gasp. There was only a sliver moon which barely cast a gentle…..
There’s a small room in my house that probably, at some time, was a closet. Now an open window welcomes the sun all day. Abiding in the room are my plants, feathers, and my grandmother’s rocking chair. Soft music plays for them…..
I have known sunrises that I truly do not believe words, paintings, cameras or any human creation could hope to create or replicate. Each is knitted into my soul and even my bones. No two have ever been the same……
Blustery winds and dark storm clouds. Even the feeding birds have fled. And yet a spear of light bold enough to enter the darkness. Danger dancing with needed rain. Light dancing with dark. All is One. All is well. All is.
Let a Teacher wave…..
Light dances with the water. Light paints the predawn sky. Light uncloaking sleeping reflections. A morning pause and reminder to honor darkness and light’s union. The beauty within the dance.
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