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Morning Light
As the days get shorter, I am waking in the dark, and the light rises while I do my morning practice.
Strange Light
I was again called outside by a shift in the quality of the indoor light. I went out onto the sleeping porch over the back garden. Neighbors whose house abuts my back garden on the perpendicular were also drawn to look out, and we watched the growing and fading of the rainbow into the fiery sunset.
Morning Fog
I was greeted this morning by a gentle fog. It is the softness of fog that I love. Sometimes perfect acuity glares, just as technicolor was louder than reality and disturbed perception. A good fog lets one slip into an appreciation of the essence of form without having to get absorbed in the details. If clarity is required, consciously moving closer to the goal will dissipate the clouding by the fog, and the details will emerge.
Peace and light, E — Posted with WordPress for BlackBerry.
