It’s Monday. I’m back at the office and still basking in the glow of a wonderful birthday week (you will have to forgive the silence on this account). A dear friend of mine asks me the same question everytime I see him: “How has your week (or day) been? What was the highlight?” The question never gets old and I love it for a number of reasons, two of which I will mention: Firstly, it catalyses reflection; and, secondly, it pulls the positive into focus.
Last night I lay in bed watching the moonlight and city lights ake turns to drown out all but the brightest stars. Wrapped in a misty haze the moon liked a bullet hole in the sky connecting the world as I know it with a parallel universe flooded by light. It reminded me of the lyrics of one of my favourite Leonard Cohen songs:
“Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering.
There is a crack in everything,
That’s how the light gets in.”
I was awoken this morning by the dawn’s first light running last night’s darkness out of town. The fading moon in the sky seemed to be the only reminder that it had ever been dark and I was struck by how remarkable and miraculous the daily transition from light to darkness back to light is. Ralph Waldo Emerson said that a one should learn to detect and watch that gleam of light which flashes across the mind from within, because as Anaïs Nin rightly points out when you possess light within, you see it externally.