Light is a beautiful thing. When you wake up in the morning, it energizes you, makes you feel like the day is full of promise. As the sun gets higher in the sky, the world around you gets warmer : flowers open, more and more plants unfurl, gardens grow. But evening light is my favorite light. There is a calm that comes over me when the sun lowers, like a warm embrace. Radiant, but not blinding, warm but not ridiculously hot, satisfying, the perfect end to the day.
I love how everything that seemed the same color in the light of day explodes into nuance. How many shades of greens, browns, blues and white are there? The possibilities seem endless. Longer shadows make all things seem bigger than they are, leaving me to feel small, protected, a part of nature.
When most people head in is when we head out. I love bringing my children to the woods when the light is low. They can see things more clearly. Textures, smells, sounds… they seem to amplify when the day is setting. They feel it all.
How I would love to peek inside their dreams at night. I know they must be happy ones because I never hear a peep anymore. Yes, both my kiddos are sleeping through the night now and I credit it all to Mother Nature and her healing magic. Bodies, minds and souls, happily spent, sleep the deep sleep.
Good night everyone.