By: EarlB, 1:20 AM GMT on November 21, 2007
Let us give thanks for all that we have been given, for
the things that didn't come wrapped with bows, for things
not asked for but given freely.
Let us open our eyes, open our ears, open all of our senses
to all that there is, and we will see that we've been given so
much more than what we need.
Let us not pray for more, but give thanks for the all we have.
Updated: 1:25 AM GMT on November 21, 2007
By: EarlB, 2:05 AM GMT on November 12, 2007
It is the sun that rules us, sets our time and abets our
cleverness so that we call ourselves superior.
The sun warms us, feeds us, guides us, gives us our reference.
When the sun sets, we look for the comfort of our artificial
sun: fire. We didn't discover fire, but how to manage it, from fire
pit to incandescent bulb. We've learned how to simulate it, from
microwave oven to light-emitting diode. Though we are masters
of light, we are afraid of the dark.
The things we love about the night are the things of light, the
reflected sun in the face of the moon, the pin-point suns of a
million miles away, even the ephemeral brilliance of the meteor,
upon which we pin our wishes. We seek even these feeble lights and
hide when we can't find them.
Light is the engine of the living world, plants turn and hormones flow
with the it. As the light fades, and the clamor of the sunnier months
quiets to a hum, the lifeblood chlorophyll retreats from the leaves as
does the inspiration from our veins, we are left with a fading vigor of life.
But, the fading light reveals the beauty within. It reveals the reds,
yellows and purples only given as the light is taken away and it reveals
the light that burns within us all. It is a most beautiful concession.
Our long night is coming, but the fearful journey may be worth it.
Updated: 2:06 AM GMT on November 12, 2007