Clarity - Day 14

​Love Song to the Light 

I live in the woods, and despite the yearly similarity of seasons and weather, the daily view I see out my window or off my deck is never quite the same. On a rainy winter morning like this, the sky is light grey. The deep browns of the tree trunks mute to dark greys. Even the evergreens become a soft grey. The lighter grey mist provides a contrast, and yet the forest floor stands in glorious, rusty brown contrast – as if to say, “here’s the ground.”
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The light out here never ceases to fascinate me. It plays with creating shadows of trunks in the winter. In the summer, the deep leaf cover is sometimes penetrated by single shafts of light, illuminating a spot on the ground while all else is in shadow. I understand the idea of finding a pot of gold in these moments. I want to throw on my shoes, grab a shovel, enter the golden light and find out why this spot is illuminated, just for me.

Oh, and sunset. We don’t get to see much of the sunset itself, here in the woods. Vista, a huge panorama of earth and sky, is what we lack. But what we have is just magical. As the light angles lower, it becomes gold, then orange, and then even takes on the reflected pinks from the clouds. It illuminates sections of the canopy in brilliance. This is my favorite time of day.

Just before the sun sets, only the tops of the trees are illuminated, washed in golden light against the darkening sky. And then, it’s dusk.

If I pay attention, notice, become part of this environment, it never ceases to fill me with awe. It’s in these times I get clarity on what matters, what’s important, what is timeless.
It’s not senseless humans, running around, getting triggered at the slightest insult.
It’s not hate. Or war. Or arbitrary divisions.

It’s love. It’s connection – oneness, even - with the whole.
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More and more I believe this is the reason I am here.