Since I didn't take a photo I am going to paint your a picture. Adam and I were having a picnic before meditation and something caught my eye. It was dusk, the sky was a deep purple the stars had not begun to come out and the clouds were a pale grey against the sky. The lights outside were not on yet, and so this tiny glow emanated from inside a dark house, a dark backyard and a dark neighborhood.
I got lost in the light, that I imagined was from a candle. The light would breathe and grow, sometimes it would recede. No matter how bright or dim the candle flickered it still provided this beautiful light that illuminated the entire scene.
I immediately asked Adam what he saw and he used his own words to describe the scene. He saw a different beauty and had a completely different story about the view before us.
It is fascinating how different the same experience can be for two different people. I am sure it is a coincidence that our meditation started with a discussion about language and memory. How we use words and descriptions and never know if other people are hearing the same words.
My world has changed a lot in the last bit of time, I am now drawn to light. I am drawn to what illuminates people and what illuminates myself. Truth be told, I have always been drawn to light, now I am allowing myself to notice and appreciate it.
Question to consider: What do you see at dusk? After the sun sets, where is your focus?