Today is March 24, 2014. I am alive and well.

I have no idea what to blog today. But isn’t it true that being nowhere is a great place to start? The light is on in the corner, blinking to a rhythm not even the little dogs can hear. The light in front of me is steady; it keeps the blinking light from becoming irritating. I would change the bulb, but that  would require a trip to the grocery store and for the moment, I am ill prepared to walk out of my house. I have yet to brush my teeth and I fear the sunshine would sting. Sunshine and I have a weird relationship. I know it is beautiful and fresh, but  I don’t care for it soaking into my skin. I prefer the warmth coming from the concrete, waking my soles; my shoes the only thing preventing me from acquiring blisters. 

As a kid, I loved the sun. I spent a great amount of time outside and bare foot running in the grass just for the sake of motion. I am white, but I was so tan that I looked either hispanic or native american, my features tentative, but with a ready smile. Light then seemed always outside of myself. I didn’t mind because I unconsciously radiated. Now, as I near fifty, I am glad to sense the light within in, the light that holds fast to my soul allowing me to breath in love and exhale love. As I write this I think, how corny. But Spirit is so good to me. Spirit allows me to stand tall in the warmth of the world, recognizing that all is not violent outside of my body. The world is a violent place but not always; there is always moments of light even in a dim hall when one door opens. I will walk out of the house today, knowing that the sun won’t burn me, knowing that light is lighter than dark, but not fearing the depth that dark might play. I shine; for this I am grateful.

Thank you for your readership.


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