Light illuminates. It shows up what is there and brings colour to life.
Words illuminate. They dispense understanding and expose meaning.
Emotions illuminate, demonstrating impact where we can’t always see it.
And love illuminates when we least expect it.
There is something about the angle of the early morning sun that fills this small willow with light.
Whether looking from the dark or light sides of the valley, it always fills me with delight. And I smile.
Today, it reminds me of this poem by Gideon Heugh from Devastating Beauty:
You are a wild and gleeful thing,
nudged by lavish grace
toward all the astonishments,
and nothing can stop it
You are not a mistake.
The earth aches for your singular life,
for the miracle radiance
of purely, specifically
The shakings and the dark noises
of a man-made world
cannot compete with your hallelujah blood,
your hosanna spirit,
of with the gentle fury of hope.
Seeing with fresh eyes
- Monday: The care of words
- Tuesday: Word-work
- Wednesday: And then there were more…
- Thursday: I don’t know…
- Friday: Enough