Daylight is promised every day

daylight is promised

For just a few weeks of the year in this corner of the world, you can get up as early as 5 (or even 4:15) a.m. to the promise of daylight whispering in the distance. Most of the day is just a dream this time of morning, a matter of faith rather than a clear reality. But know this, young buck: Daylight is promised. Daylight is promised every day.

Couldn’t you say just the opposite, as well? That no matter how long and how wonderful the day may be, darkness will overtake you in the end?

There’s the cycle defined, and the balance, and the first source of conflict among us, isn’t it? The pull between those who seek the daylight and those who seek the dark. You know what I notice? Most people choose to sleep through the dark and live their lives in the light.

But some also are comforted by the night. It’s quiet, and you can hear yourself think. Isn’t that why you wake before dawn breaks – to be wrapped in the waning moments of the dark?

The waning moments of the dark are the beginning of daylight. This is the time when all creatures – well, most of them, anyway – begin to stir and sing and look about and say, “Look and see! Taste and see! Life resumes! We are rested and recharged and ready to sing another day!” Life grows in daylight – sustenance is dependent on the light. Those who dwell in darkness are conquered by the light.

No. We need both darkness and light. You can’t dwell forever in light, either. You need the owl and the racoon and the other night dwellers to complete the circle of life.

It may seem that way. But we all instinctively seek the warmth of daylight. When evil is exposed, we speak of bringing it forward into the light where it can no longer hide in darkness. We are creatures of the light no matter how much we may be fascinated and curious and even attracted by the dark.

Too much light and heat, I grant you, can be harmful, even deadly. But darkness and cold bring a quicker death to the soul as well as the body. The promise of daylight sustains us through the night, which is the time when we pause to recharge and renew so we can thrive in the daylight – our natural home.

No matter how dark the path you walk, daylight will overtake you if you just hang on.

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The final choice

the final choice

It was always coming to this.

The signs were all there: The events, the crazy revelations, the tide of history itself, all led up to this moment, these people in this place under these circumstances. Even the taste in the mouth and the smells in the air felt inevitable. It could only have come to this, and the time was now.

Only one choice was left: Step forward and do it, or turn away and run back to the life that waited back there, unalterably changed forever by events but nonetheless waiting.

Funny how it all felt inevitable, and yet there were choices every step of the way. This time all the right choices had been made, and here they all were as if it had fallen into place, and now the final choice presented itself.

They didn’t have to do it.

But they did.

Finally, they all took a deep breath, blew it out, and breathed in.

No one said a word, but you could feel the words in the air: “All right, let’s do this.”

And they stepped forward.

The world has never been the same.

How to build your wings

building your wings - dreamstime Flying the Firebird

“Jump off the cliff and build your wings on the way down,” Bradbury said.

Ready – fire – aim.

In other words, get started and figure out where you’re going along the way. You do have a general idea of what you want to do, but you won’t get it done unless you start.

Michelangelo is said to have said he saw David in the stone before he started. But the stone must have had some surprises for him – he didn’t plan every rap of the chisel before he began. He just got started and found David inside as he journeyed.

As Indiana Jones escaped from the clutches of the bad guys in Raiders of the Lost Ark, he was asked how they were going to accomplish one step of the flight. “I don’t know, I’m making this up as I go,” he said. He had a general goal: Get away from the Nazis. He didn’t know exactly how he would do that – he just had a passion for the task and a general idea.

Ready – fire – aim.

As the trajectory becomes clear, adjust the trajectory. You’re off the cliff and soaring – now it’s just you and the forces of the universe or the market as the case may be – in this analogy, gravity – the goal is to master the wind before gravity has its full impact (literally).

Scared? Oh, yeah. There’s a literal deadline. Every worthwhile thing in life is somewhat scary, because every worthwhile thing in life carries some risk. Because life is finite and fragile, and no one is guaranteed a sunset.

It was always finite

it was always finite

My journals (and this blog) probably read like their owner with adult-onset attention deficit disorder. But why not embrace the foraging around from idea to idea?

These pages are to collect and embrace (or reject) ideas and thoughts, not to set them in stone as complete tomes – unless, of course, it all comes out complete.

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“I’m 65, dammit. Old enough to know my time left is finite,” he said. “I shouldn’t have to go off to do something I don’t especially care about when there’s a finite time left for the things that do matter. It’s slavery, pure and simple.”

His friend leaned against the fence and smiled.

“Yep, life ain’t fair. But there’s a little fallacy in your thinkin’: The time you have left was ALWAYS finite. Maybe you should have thought of doing something that didn’t feel like slavery before you agreed to the terms.”

you made you what you are today

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“You made me what I am today, Mentor.”

“Me? Are you kidding?” Mentor said. “Haven’t you paid attention? This –” resting a hand on the hero’s chest – “this you were born with, endowed by our Creator with the power to speak, to act, to make your life and the lives of others better with your gifts.”

“But you –”

“I’ve been here to enlighten you to help you discover your gifts and how to use them. I’ve encouraged you to get out there and see what you’ve got. Maybe I’ve entertained you to make sure you were having fun while you learned about yourself. But you did the work, you did the training, you built yourself into who you are, kid. I didn’t make you. I just showed you the way.

“So many others out there are waiting for permission – waiting for someone else to tell them who they are, when the miracle of themselves is right there already, waiting to be discovered. You didn’t wait, kid. You went out there and empowered yourself. Thanks for the vote of confidence – it means I did a good job of pointing the way and then getting OUT of the way – because YOU made you what you are today – and don’t let any well-meaning fool tell you otherwise.”

For Emily, because we found her

for emily because we found her

When Emily Dickinson died, they found a treasure trove of poetry that has endured for a very long time. In her lifetime only a handful of those poems had seen the light of day. She was afraid or otherwise unwilling to share them with others.

What are you keeping to yourself? How do you know you don’t have the power to touch millions of hearts?

You never know until you let the sun shine on your soul and share what’s in there.

Maybe you won’t change the world. But maybe you will.

Give it a try.