I have considered a sister blog -- aboo or some other silliness -- that is not so sacred and wholesome and always finding the light at the end of the tunnel.
Sometimes I get tired of looking for that light, even knowing it's there whether I look or not, even knowing the surrounding darkness is fed by my own fear.
The power of Fear is strong.
And I always, every time, even when I don't want to, come back to an unshakable belief, even when I cannot for the life of me conjure up the feeling of it, that the power of Love is stronger, that Good will win out.
Yet, still, Bright light can hide big darkness.
So that I even begin to wonder what lurks in the Light.
Change always. Always change.
An ever-shifting panorama of color and light and sound, form and vibration, an infinite and eternal display of the tiny and the grand and the only difference being scale.
If change, then, is a given, the challenge is to allow Love to drive the transformation.
Why is it so hard to accept love, given as it is so freely, all around, in such glory and wonder?
Why is it so easy to forget that I am loved?
There are days that even the most direct of messages does not get through.
For that: Sleep (May the angels hold you close and fill you with love, light, and beauty), and a new day tomorrow, Lord willing.