Dark times. Are great.
We are in some. And may they continue. Every day.
Isn’t it a pity (sorry George Harrison) when you wake up to a new day and the sun is high in the sky?
All those gifts you missed as the sun sneaks up upon the horizon…
At Casa Therese, here in Orvieto, there is a bird who resides in our walled garden. S/he has the most beautiful song. This big bird friend just can’t wait to bring in the new day… When it is dark… Well before 5:00 a.m.
If I was lingual in bird, which I am not, I would bet s/he is singing into existence this very day. And without my bird friend’s song, the sun would refuse to reveal all that is around me, in me and about me.
Maybe I’m amazed (sorry Paul) by light because it just takes the lowest of watts to scatter all the darkness. When we walk in light, we talk in light. We are light.
This morning, wandering and wondering (thinking of Paul Moloney… more on him in another post) the light of my bird friend’s heart gave me this moment.
And because we are all in this same darkness, I give this light to you.
I leave you with Early Light, Piazza Repubblica, Orvieto.
