For a cynical, grumpy, depressive, lumpy, aging, hairy and hairless, did I say cynical, old fart, I have been blessed for the last couple of years with a variety of lights that have made the misery recede.
The first: small, sparkling flashes that seem to shoot through to the centre of all that are caught in the shower. Tiny dots of brightness, full of promise, of wisdom to come.
The second: a beam of pure laser light. Straight, strong, searching. Dismissing shadows with a shining clarity too strong for anything but the truth. The honesty, the smartness, the desire for more.
The third: broad, deep and surrounding. The glow spreads into those dim corners where the dingy thoughts reside; bringing warmth, bringing a smile, taking the shadows away. The spreading brightness of the rising sun, the peaceful blanket of a sunset.
I have had moments of total joy, many revolving around a son of great honesty, integrity and compassion. And that should be enough.
So, maybe i am a tad greedy, but I have to admit that the corners of my life that have been lit up by these three are some of the best parts of me. They have given me a warmth and a home and I am so much better than I ever have been.
This is me, on a Friday night, soppy and sentimental, and forever grateful for these three lights in my life.
P.S. There is also a splendid chap who changes the batteries to help keep the lights burning, but that didn’t really fit into the sentiment. So he will just have to assume, correctly, that I am grateful to him too!
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