Light penetrates us like blood in our veins; it is life giving.
it pours within us and reflects outward, the color of our soul is splashed on the walls of those around us.
there are no dark corners, no dead end streets, that the light cannot enter.
What are the colors of your life? Where does your spirit shine? Do you like the reflections that you see?
Colors from my crystal: Willows on a late summer evening after the rice harvest. The heron, setting sun, the glistening sweat, the play of light on the horizon as I rode in the truck with my brother Zane.
Hearing words in French as if they were spoken in English, I understood!
The soft hush after my niece gave birth, the tenderness of that moment.
Being in the Azores, holding the 16th century ledger that contained my family’s history. Knowing that I had been there before, reading my name between the lines.
The first time I felt my babies move inside me.
My Grandmother Amaro and I, laying on our backs looking at the clouds, talking about life beyond, as her hand rested in mine.
Tell me one of yours?
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