“A man should learn to detect and watch that gleam of light which flashes across his mind from within.” ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
Sitting in the clouds, I watch the morning sun dance across the lake. Somewhere, out there, there is a break in the cover, and the light pours through to tip the waves in flashing silver…
I think about Love, Universal Love – God, Source, the All That Is, Nature – I think how elusive it seems to be… no tangible proof that there is purpose to all of this, that the whole is greater than the sum of the parts we can sense.
I watch the light, winking like Morse Code, if only I could decode the message… and I think about the Sun, invisible from where I sit, but still reflecting and refracting…
I think about the people who allow me to be part of their healing; I see them shining with their own internal light and I remember the simple, ecstatic joy I feel in response…
And I wonder if this is proof – that, just as the dazzle on the water below me is confirmation that the sun still burns above the gloom, so too the bigger picture is operating beyond the limits of our comprehension, as evidenced by the Truth we see on the faces of those we love…
I watch the light of late afternoon paint the buildings beyond my window in the sepia tones of nostalgia, knowing myself part of something larger, something enduring.
“Faith is the bird that feels the light and sings when the dawn is still dark.” ~Rabindranath Tagore