I don’t know what it is, really, but i’m obsessed with the light here. and everywhere, i suppose. my world is pretty circumscribed. it is pretty. and circumscribed. its a golden globe of my own devising.
circles, circles. we all walk about in our bubbles… bumping bubbles if we’re social. bumper cars of humanity.
the fall is so beautiful it hurts my eyes sometimes. i strain to see the color striking the leaves just so… the frost on the blades of green… everything is so golden, its changeability grabs me by the lapels and forces me to think of the past, the loss…
(lapels… snicker…)
and everytime, EVERY TIME, i remember that fall comes back. its not the last fall… this light is always here, its just waiting for its particular turn. (around the sun… i couldn’t resist it, sorry…)
I’ve got a thing for circles, complete or otherwise,
cycles…
Is it a symptom of age? That my circles are oblong sometimes, or bumpy? That I’m no longer driven by fear? that i see the tumble of the cycles, the certainty that things will return? I have to believe it is… the resistance to fear being an almost practical mindset now, born from my learning curves… a surrendering more than a wall-building… let it roll on past, as it will.
and, it occurs to me, that if Beauty circles, and all the things circle back… it might be called Revolution. It just might be. and I wonder if seeing it is all that it takes…
tell me, you wise ones… how are you seeing the light where you are? is it Capital “L” Light for you? talk to me about your cycles…
