This morning when I rise, though the sun hasn’t yet risen above the hill to the east, I see it shining in.  I look around and see that the sun is reflecting off a window or mirror from across the valley and into a mirror in my house which is reflecting into the kitchen.

Reflection.

We never know how, when, or how far our light reaches and reflects.

That is my light for the day as I reflect on how we can’t seem to stop Trump.  This with dismantling and disabling the post office is unfathomable.  Voting machines that can be hacked are in key states.  I don’t know where to put it so I watch the day come to light and slow my pace to give spaciousness within.

I’m slowly and creatively moving through Christian McEwen’s book, World Enough & Time, On Creativity and Slowing Down.

Gary Snyder concludes his poem “For the Children” with these words.

The rising hills, the slopes,

of statistics

lie before us,

the steep climb

of everything, going up,

up, as we all

go down.

In the next century

or the one beyond that, 

they say,

are valleys, pastures, 

we can meet there in peace

if we make it.

To climb these coming crests

one word to you, to

you and your children:

stay together

learn the flowers

go light.

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