Summer

The days are already becoming shorter here in the Northern Hemisphere. I woke to the light of Summer yesterday morning as I paused my fury of activity.  Brilliant light was coming in the windows from the high morning sun. The dimmest corners of the room were illuminated. Beautiful light.

An essential ingredient to my human happiness is paying attention to the seasons. When I lose track, as I have done lately under the onslaught of unnatural concerns generated by my mother's death, my sense of place in the natural world diminishes with numbing consequences. My own light dims.