Light.

I have seen this bright band before, curving around the whitewashed brick, angling around the corner and flooding back in my direction. Today it catches me off guard, delivering a moment of unexpected delight, bringing me into my own familiar body standing in a familiar room of a familiar building. Suddenly, light reminds me to wonder, to be awake, and to remember that everything changes and grows. I am in deep relationship with light. I watch it everyday. I listen to what it has to tell me. So far, this is what I know.

Light is. It always has something to say, but it rarely asks much of me or beckons me too loudly. It welcomes me in quiet shapes, on floorboards and dooknobs, or maybe a soft, reflected line along a cheek. It asks me to stay a while. Lately, it asks me to share it. When I do this, others bring their own experiences of light to me, and soon my days are full of collected wonder. So in this way, light shows me how to live a life of intention and fullness. It is my doorway to most good things, even in hard times. What is yours?