This morning, I sat by the window andI watched the day come to light.  Already I see and feel a change, an internal harmonizing with the tilt of the earth’s access which brings this change where I live.  The light is young, new, and tender, as it reaches into our own internal and receptive light.  

I’m reading One Hand Clapping: Unraveling the Mystery of the Human Mind by neuroscientist Nikolay Kukushkin. It allows me to appreciate even more the evolution and adaptation that lead to the creation of lungs, sight, perception, connection.

I contemplate this poem by Zen Master Issa:

This world of dew

Is a world of dew

And yet, and yet …

And I welcome and meet what’s continually new., the changing of the Light.