I hate it when I have something I really want to write about....and I don't have the time. And now it's days later and I'm not sure I can capture and share the thought as well as I could when it was fresh. I've been reading a really interesting book by Barbara Brown Taylor called "An Altar in the World." She is really a marvelous writer and I have so many tabs in this book that I want to go back and reread!
But as a person who is interested in art and in "fine-tuning" my spirit, "the" light is very important....thus the photo above that I took a few months ago.
Here is a snippet from her book that I love...
"Once, when I was confined to bed for the better part of a week, I spent hours watching the sunlight that came through the slats of my wooden blinds move down the white wall of my bedroom. First thing in the morning it made honey-colored rectangles with soft edges. By 10am the wall was striped with bands of light as straight as rulers. By noon they looked more like the rungs of a ladder, dappled with leaves from the winged elm outside my window. By 2pm they had lost most of their character, as the sun moved over the roof of the house and left the front yard in deepening shadow."
"This may sound boring to you, but it was not. It was beautiful. It gave me a place outside myself to go. I did not have to do anything to make the light change. It had a routine it followed all by itself whether I was awake to watch it or not. If I did not like the way the light looked at a given moment, I knew it would change. If I loved the way the light looked at a given moment, I knew it would change. I could not speed it up and I could not slow it down.
Not to put too fine a point on it, the light was my life and I knew it. Paying attention to it, I lost my will to control it. Watching it, I became patient. Letting it be, I became well."
I couldn't condense what she wrote above and still capture the essence of what she was saying. It's quite beautiful.
But as a person who is interested in art and in "fine-tuning" my spirit, "the" light is very important....thus the photo above that I took a few months ago.
Here is a snippet from her book that I love...
"Once, when I was confined to bed for the better part of a week, I spent hours watching the sunlight that came through the slats of my wooden blinds move down the white wall of my bedroom. First thing in the morning it made honey-colored rectangles with soft edges. By 10am the wall was striped with bands of light as straight as rulers. By noon they looked more like the rungs of a ladder, dappled with leaves from the winged elm outside my window. By 2pm they had lost most of their character, as the sun moved over the roof of the house and left the front yard in deepening shadow."
She goes on to say....
Not to put too fine a point on it, the light was my life and I knew it. Paying attention to it, I lost my will to control it. Watching it, I became patient. Letting it be, I became well."
I couldn't condense what she wrote above and still capture the essence of what she was saying. It's quite beautiful.
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