One Little Candle

jump-with-joy-300x200 Author's Blog But First Coffee This morning dawned bright and crisp here in the urban wilds of eastern Pennsylvania. Yesterday’s sharp wind and clouds are gone, leaving sunshine. If there was frost, it dissipated before I got up, but it is cold out there. The bright sun gives me energy. I never mind the cold in winter, but I begin to crave the sun very quickly when we have a string of dark days.

I think life is like that: we crave light, the light of reason, the light of faith, the light of peace… There seems to be little enough of them these days. I pray every day for at least a lamp for my feet so I know how to step. It took me a long time to realize I couldn’t change the world, I can only do the good that I see in front of me. The Christopher motto from the 50s is still with me: it is better to light one little candle than to curse the darkness. I’m trying to remember that every day when I set about my work.

IMG_0370-300x225 Author's Blog But First Coffee If I sound pensive this morning, it is because I just returned from the funeral of a beloved cousin. Her passing and time with so many more cousins has me haunted by those who’ve gone before: parents, grandparents, uncles and aunts, all of whom are part of me and the person I’ve become. It occurs to me that that Life imbeds itself in my writing. I hope the Light they showed me does as well.

Now I have to find my desk and get back into the swing of things. Let’s see what dark corner I can give light to. But first, coffee.

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