The Meaning of Light

Yesterday I flew through long stretches of clouds, travelling above state lines as the rain soaked windshields and stopped traffic below. The cover of the airline’s in-flight magazine caught my eye – titled “The Meaning of Light” – I thought of the book I carried in my bag that pondered that same question. Flipped through the pages, intending to scan and not necessarily read. Like with Sky-mall, marveling at the unique and often un-affordable gadgets for sale. Instead, I read page after page, absorbed by light poetry from astronauts, the colours of a guitar from a musician, innovations of light from engineers, scientists and urban planners, even an entire city celebrating light. I didn’t stop reading until I’d finished cover to cover, until the seat-belt sign above blinked red and the airplane began its descent to the earth below.

photo by D. Breezy @jellyfields.com 

As I looked up into the sky last night, sun peeking out from behind rainy clouds just before darkness, I was reminded of the power, energy and creativity the light gives us. I imagined the colours in the vast sky above, like the colours the astronauts experienced thousands of miles above the earth — forever in motion, constantly changing. And I was thankful. Thankful in the knowledge that the light will always be present, always creating, always returning with each new dawn.

Here is a link to the issue. Happy Reading!
https://issuu.com/southwestmag/docs/14_march_?e=18825507/33727793#search