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I love the thought that light calls to us at different times and places – beckoning us out into the world, promising before we’ve even set out that there will be something worth seeing, something to get the endorphins circulating, something to provide the shot of dopamine, something to encourage, restoring hope and promise. Today feels like Spring, softly softly, is definitely underway!
I love the thought, too, that the gradations of light are constantly changing – just as we are.
I love the thought that, as evening falls, darker shades of light play their part in the calling, too. The delighted skipping of vigorous little lambs slows down and they draw closer to mother. Little birds head home to nests and quieter night song. Geese flying in formation know exactly what time it is and how much further they need to go – and so their honking steadily quietens in the course of ten minutes or so. Nearly home.
And – also slowing down – my heart and mind turn to books, contemplation, connections, gratitude and rest. Tonight I recall the light of the morning, the brightness of noon, the going down into afternoon and evening, the darkening and the onset of night, each in their own way utterly unique and ‘for this moment only’, and each a fractal of life’s delight.
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