So I had quite the week. Just when I thought week 6 was hard, here came week 7 rolling in. And somehow it topped week 6 for me. After a hard week of class and work, I had some hard-hitting emotional drama on my landscape on thursday/friday. By Friday evening, I was in bed by 8pm with the chills, shivering one moment and sweating the next. I stayed in bed all day Saturday, and am beginning to return to human today. I had taken a couple pictures this week that didn't seem quite right - until this morning. When I walked downstairs at 7:30am to go to A Christmas Carol light call, The sun gave me a blesssing. It said: "Hey, you! Yeah, you - the mopey with his eyes cast down and his shoulders drooping forward - look at me! I. Am. Light. I always come back. And so will you. Just because you are bodily worn out and suffering, you have light to give."
Ok, ok. So that was a hippity dippity moment - but it really was that kind of moment this morning. I normally am connected to light through color, but this easy sunlight peeking into my apartment was radiant and alive, and not too harsh or overbearing. It was pure, not a crazy color, and just for me. To me, the patterns of sharts of light on the wall at different intervals portrayed my broken and fractured week...moving toward a more solid square of light next week. And it invigorated me - at 7:30am. And I am still invigorated by it almost 12 hours later. Yes, I may be bodily tired, with a sore throat, and in need of sleep. But I really felt alive because of the simple, "naturall" sunlight shining through my window this morning. Sometimes it serves us to keep it "simple stupid."
clear light can give so much energy - nice pattern work as well
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