Feast Day of St. Lucia

Today's offering (directly from As I Lay Pondering) is a reminder of the brilliant St. Lucy. Let's celebrate her, because we could all use a little more light in our lives, right?

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Shining Through

‘There’s a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in.’ - Leonard Cohen

Earlier today (while reading the “On the Same Page” post for this week, Shining Through), I was overcome with a wave of emotion by this line: I want to be shined through.

The words felt tender and true. I want to be shined through. I don’t want to do the shining.

It’s a lot of work to stay all polished and glimmery. Spit here. Rub there.

I want to be shined through. To Be. Not Do.

Update on Saturday, July 27, 2013 at 10:44 AM by Kayce S Hughlett

"If you're really listening, if you're awake to the poignant beauty of the world, your heart breaks regularly. In fact, your heart is made to break; its purpose is to burst open again and again so that it can hold evermore wonders."   Andrew Harvey

Stepping into the Light

"A seeker of the light will always have great shadows in their path." She knew what it was like to hide in a corner after being pushed there. She also knew what it was like to dip her toe into the pool of light… and pull it back again.

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Vision and Influence

What is your vision? Your greatest hope, desire or dream for yourself and the world? What is the overreaching and underlying intention you carry each day? Who do you want to influence? How will you do it?

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For too many days...

For too many days I have not written of what stirs my soul. I have not confessed to the simple pleasures that make up my days. Things like… The soft fur of my golden cat as he greets me with his purring ballet. Sweet whispers and the tender touch of my beloved. Crisp winter air on my skin as daylight meets dark. Luminaries surrounding the lake. Laughter of friends mixed with the jingle of Christmas bells and off-key carols. Twinkling lights amidst the smell of freshly cut evergreen. Gastronomical delights like chicken and waffles turned into art and fat luscious noodles from Tommy’s kitchen. My daughter sleeping safely in her bed. The joy of my sister as she creates her art. Magic and mystery. Music. Dance. Delight.

For too many days now I have not written of what darkens my heart. Frigid rain that persists and chills me to the core. An empty space beside me. Silent friendships and those gone stale. My child in a cold stone cell. Unanswered messages. Aimless thoughts. Hunger and starvation. Loneliness and longing.

For too many days now I haven’t written of Hope, the candle that leads my way – not like birthday flames on a resplendent cake, but rather the single shimmer in the darkest night. Hope in the midst of sorrow. Hope that stirs the pot of joy buried deep within my belly. Hope that gets me out of bed on the gloomiest days, and Hope that leads me like a floodlight on stage when I follow my true passion.

For too many days I have not written of this season that stirs my soul in a multitude of ways. This season of darkness. This season of Hope. In this glorious season may we each reach for peace within and goodwill toward all. May our souls be stirred with delight alongside the acknowledgement of darkness. May we come to know that Hope abides in all who choose to truly live.

For too many days I have not… How might you respond?

photo © KSH - Santa Fe Tree