glare

I saw the sunlight in my dining room again... shining off the tiles in the kitchen. I don't know exactly what it is but there is something special about the way the light moves through the back door into that room. I stood in the dining room for several minutes the other day and simply observed the light against the wall, stuck my hand in front of it and moved my hand back and forth. I moved around and looked at the light from different angles.... felt the warmth on the back of my hand and experienced the blinding glare in my eyes.

What is this moment known as "light"? Where does it come from? It contains so much power yet it moves so quietly and ever so quickly. It brings both comfort and pain and its illumination seems to always bring forth truth. The light exposes things for what they truly are. There is no darkness or shadows to hide in, there is just you and the light exposing all. I sometimes sense that the light is exposing the glory that has come down and shown in this place. A subtle reminder that there is more to all of this than may seem.