I feel like I'm seeing the light about a lot of things lately, things that I have either not understood or haven't been able to absorb into my whole being.
This morning, I found the light in my cereal bowl. This afternoon I found it at my feet and at a threshold.
I'd like to think it was there to remind me of the growth I'm experiencing, or to reassure me that illumination will continue. I'd love to think that I am of any consequence to nature or the universe. But really, I'm a speck on a speck, on a speck, etc.
So instead, I find comfort in the fact that today I noticed the sun and the light, when, on many other days I don't. Maybe that's an indication that a real shift has been made, and maybe that the most powerful reassurance is coming from me.
'Cause really, how well can the universe know me anyway.