turn on the lights…

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April 11, 2013 by calydonstotre

It has been so dark lately – winters are wet and cold and grey, like endless afternoons in London – which wreak havoc with the kindly sentiment of sustainable energy in general and solar power, in particular. I’d do well to the harness the winds round here. So I can relate to your sense of being lost, how it feels to grope blindly through the house that is your home, the way we desperately seek to read the worn Braille within our scarred hearts in the hope of discovering something soulful and erhm sustainable? What a wild and crazy path, to hunt such a lofty prize as this grail. And yet, for those of us, like you and me, I suspect it is the only way… home.

And somehow, by some small chance or wile of fate, our trajectories crossed midair as words weave a thin blanket to keep the fire of our fingers warm. Sacred kindred companionship, a fellowship of quill and antiquated quests. Heart ‘s glow a little brighter, sine-co-sine to standing waves of matter. That matter. And like living lighthouses, we cast a beam towards one another through the shadowy long dark night. That one foot may shuffle safely a little further across the abyss. If only for a moment, in the brief flare of knowledge that somewhere, someone holds a torch for us. Who believes in our essential light, our worth, our soul’s magic… and wishes us on.

Platonic or familial. Aren’t we all part of this self-same whole? A human tribe deluded by the notion that we struggle alone… when in truth there are hands and hearts surrounding us, always. All ways. You are loved, my friend. By me and so many others. By your brothers and your sisters. Sons and daughters. Nephews and nieces. Mothers and fathers. Each hold a light for you, just as you throw open your heart to the sky and flood the dawn with radiant benediction of you.