Happy St. Patrick's Day; The Light Underneath
It's a quiet Monday, St. Patrick's Day and a holiday here in the province. It's the kind of day that allows for a quiet introspection, a revisiting of the recent times and a chance to consider what I want the spring to look like. The new moon on March 30 will be a time of renewal and the beginning of the spring for me and the time until then preparation for that time. Spring cleaning of a spiritual and mental sort perhaps.
This past week I traveled into the woods on snowshoes. The sun shone above as I made strange tear drop shaped marks in a blanket of fresh white snowflakes. On my sojourn into the quiet of the woods I came upon a light from beneath the snow, shining through. It was just a trick of the sun, a reflection of its bright rays on the crystals of the snow that made it seem as though the light came from underneath. I allowed myself that fancy as I snapped photos of the glowing crevice.
Perhaps, I thought, it was a path to an underground fairy house, a crack in the time-space continuum or the pathway to some underground world where a population of a different sort lived and loved and ate and fought.
All of these thoughts were just my imagination playing which is a nice exercise for someone who makes their living off the creation of stories. The weaving of tales requires a mind that is free of constraint and pretending there is another world down there, or out there, is part of my own exercise in that freedom.
As to the light on the snow. Indeed it was a trick of the sun and a reflection. But it did make me peruse the idea that the sun shining on the snow also shone on me. And that it created the same light in my heart as it did in that place where the snow banked in the perfect pattern to reflect the light above.
The rays that shine on a person will directly influence the light that shines out from them. It encourages me to make sure when I'm dealing with people that the light I shine on them is the best possible one. I need to make sure the brightest and kindest part of me illuminates the best part of them so that they're given the best opportunity to shine.
The whimsy of this is not lost on me. I'm in that sort of mood, where I would, if I could, shine a beam of happiness onto everyone. And as I clear out the cobwebs, move things and make way for a bright start to the spring season I'm hopeful that the sun that shines on us all finds its reflection with ease.
Such a mood may be fleeting but while it exists I'll enjoy. Fanciful thoughts that bring sublime happiness are the kind of light I love best.
That and a visit with the fairies.